Not much to say really. Took Wusey for a walk and got caught in the rain yet again! We were only a minute from home but it just came down in bucket loads and in that minute we were soaked.Never went to the group again, not sure if I am now entering the fourth week since going. I was half expecting an email from them but thankfully nothing yet. I had to go into town anyway as I was low on electricity credit and had to pay some rent money. The usual place for electricity credit was closed for refurbishment which caused a bit of a problem. I went to the post office to pay the rent and wanted to ask if they did it there. Unfortunately I have been trying to ask for two and a half years and I still could not pluck up the courage today. How pathetic I am. I know the other news agent in town dont do it or at least they never when I tried. Why I got so panicky and embarrassed when they said they dont do that type I have no idea but it has left a big paranoid scar to ask again. I had to go out of town to another little shop which I know does that type of leccy credit.
That reminds me of a little story when I was getting some leccy once before. I was waiting nervously behind someone in a queue worrying about every conceivable bad thing that could occur. Checking over and over that I had the right card and money and reciting the '£10 on there please' words I needed to say in my mind. Anyway I looked to my left and saw this bloke and my only thought, being the judging person I am was 'look at that ugly ....) well I wont say the precise word but most women refer to it as the worst you can say. Anyway it took a second or two till I realised it was a mirror I was looking at and of course it was me! Honestly a true story.
Inside, outside, every side I hate being me.
The photo is of Lucy a month or so ago asleep with one of her plush toys. Its a duck and imaginatively named 'Ducky', she also has a teddy bear who has an equally inventive name of 'teddy bear'. She prefers the teddy bear though, I will put one of those photos up one of the days.
1 comments:
Looks are just a matter of perspective. I have felt ugly all my life but my husband says I am beautiful. Its not all about looks anyway, its what sort of person you are. Just from your blog you come across as caring. How nice you are to your Lucy for instance.
If you need to change your electricity arrangements could you write down exactly what to say. I do for Gps/Pdocs appointments as I go blank.
keep yer pecker up
sad x
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