If I could, Through Myself, Set your spirit Free

My beautiful Toolibelle today, simply because she was all I took.

The bi-polar bounce of the last two weeks, very down last week, and up this week - up to the point of Tooli asking me if I had been drinking at work on Monday evening resulted in a migraine, which has cleared my head out for the next six months hopefully.

I left work last night on the stroke of 5.30 - I simply couldn't sit any longer, I drove home with my head out the window, and went to bed. I took anti-sickness tablets, and woke at 9.10, remembered I hadn't blipped, did a dash to the beach, which I am so glad I did, because for twenty minutes I felt amazing. Came back, uploaded, felt awful, went back to bed, and was there until 2 this afternoon. Cocodamal and Diazepam have done the trick; I'm now back in the land of easy-going, less frantic, and able to function on one speed.

On a fantastic note todate : Tooli went for an interview, and got offered the job within two hours!! Yes! But who wouldn't employ her? They could just stand her somewhere nice for people to look at!

On another note - in my fuddled haze I'm delighted to find out this evening that I missed my son and his friend, singing, with guitars at 1 am in the moning. IN THE STREET. The same friends who decided this afternoon after watching some Cage Fighting film that it would be really great fun to batter each other in the same way. In the garden, they slapped each other about girlie style for a bit, a la Bridget Jones and then in the confines of the hallway, launched a full out attack on each other.

What could I do, there was nothing I pulled my glasses over my eyes again (light was still killing me), asked them kindly to leave the walls intact, and shut the door on them.

They don't seem to be growing up?