You know when you have one of those bleak days? The kind of day where your own problems and issues get on top of you and you just need to be left alone to wallow in self pity, today was one of those. The rogues gallery is as follows, in no particular order.

A friend is having trouble speaking, which upsets me, because she’s gobby and fun, and this is undoubtably affecting her. I wish her well. Our bathroom sink fell off the wall yesterday, fortunately a friend was able to come today and sort it out for us, he went the extra mile. My Mums house sale has fallen through and today the lovely folk who are selling their house to Mum came round to let me know that the person they are buying from is putting the house back on the market and as such they may not sell their house any more; this will upset Mum greatly, and I have been thinking all evening what the fuck will happen now. That phone call will be tricky. My son turns 17 on Sunday and we’re having a party on Saturday, some of our friends are coming too, because its our friend E’s birthday on the same day, we are here to watch, police and have fun with the kids. But theres a lot to do. I have to order a card from Moonpig and am waiting on the internet deliveries to start rolling in. It sounds absurd but I’m trying to book a tee time for Sunday, and the fucking golf club website seems to offer everything but the ability to book a tee time to play a game, why can’t things just work a little better? The carpet needs stapling back onto the stairs as it’s pulling free again, not an issue, but put it on the list. I didn’t take Benny the dog for a walk today because I had too much stuff to do, this makes me feel guilty, he loves his walks. In mounting pressure news, a friend is coming to camp at the local tap house and brewery this weekend expecting to see me Dj, which I’m not doing because we’ve got this party to run, I’d like to see my friend. I was hoping to go paddle boarding tonight but work and everything else prevented me from sparing the time it would take.

I’m ok really, a good night’s sleep will solve all, I mowed the lawn and we put up some garish bunting across the garden for the party, the BBQ is clean and ready to go, but I’m not keen to cook on it, if push came to shove I’d rather not have a burger, I’d rather sit round a table talking shit, instead I’ll be standing up, gobbling the burger down; refuelling myself, nothing more. 

Please don’t feel sorry for me, I’m just feeling a little overwhelmed, we’re not starving to death and anyway we’ve got bunting.