Bad hair day, DUH!

I have been, on the surface, firing on all cylinders for the past week. Yesterday that veneer dissolved and I had, what I always call " a bad hair day all over my body"

I do not suffer from clinical depression, thank the Lord, but I do get the odd visit from the Black Dog. Sometimes, indeed most times, if I get busy with lots of things I can head it off. This time it did not work, yesterday I woke feeling wrung out, strung out and just wanted to crawl into a hole.

I could have quite easily got back under the quilt and hid for a day or three.

BUT

There are Ben and Herbie, they can not feed or walk themselves.
Yes the SO is perfectly capable of doing all that, and has done many times. In reality having them to attend to is a lifeline, by the time they have walked, wolfed their food and, in Ben's case, retired to the bed of choice I am seeing a glimmer of light. A couple of hours or so later I head out with Herbie and Rufus for a good long walk. With each step my mood lightens, it does not go away, it does not even reduce by half, but I can feel the lessening.

I got through the day, made soup for us and W, tried a new cake recipe out, watched some Strictly take two (knitted on the Strictly socks). We did the weekly shop, I do not enjoy shopping so may as well get it done while in the doldrums, cooked dinner while the SO unpacked and put it away.
Comfort food, sausages, sweet potato mash, broccoli, carrots and onion gravy. It did help.

The evening slid by and we were in bed by 10:00 and I fell asleep almost instantly.

This morning I feel so much brighter, I have plans for the day and am looking forward to getting stuck in to them.

I consider myself to be a fairly strong, level headed and reasonably able person.
There are those in my life who refer to me as their rock, well rock crumbles under pressure. Hard weather erodes it and I have weathered a few storms.

If you have somebody in your life who is always there for you, always has time to listen, always provides a shoulder to cry on or an arm to lean on, make time to ask them how they are. Listen, really listen when they speak and not just to the words they say, try to figure out what they are not saying.

Ooh er! that was a bit deep. 

It is far too easy to be so engrossed in your own issues that you simply do not notice when someone is not quite their self.

Now I am off to choose the yarn for Strictly Socks take 3.
yup the second pair are cast off and ends woven in.

Fran will certainly get her quota, and more, of new socks this Christmas.

I love the way the colour has pooled but am not happy with the actual colour in the pics, it is not at all a true representation. The colours are lighter and brighter and the purple shown here is actually orange! the green is really yellow.

Having said all that the SO has just shown me the last photo, from Monday, on his phone and the colours are showing truer. Goodness only knows what you are all seeing.

Before I run myself into a decline I will leave it here. I feel that it is coffee time before I go and "do" the bathroom etc.

                       TTFN                                         Pam

PS. I hope that this was not doom and gloom, I do feel on the up this morning.

You can always ignore the text and focus on the socks.

                                             Pam xx

Just took this and it is much truer,must be the dark background changing the colours. The blues are still showing as purple though.