Four-ish

I felt upset and anxious last night and finally dropped off around 2am (I think), only to be woken up repeatedly by Tess coughing. Finally at 5am I was so wide awake again that I had to lie and wait until sleep came again at 7am for a measly hour. I've worked out I had four-ish hours of sleep so tiredness has been the dominating theme and influence of the day. Tess is coughing again at the moment. 10 days of illness and several days of coughing... I think we could all do with a a good night's sleep now.

Before I fell asleep I wrote this: Against the tide.
I wanted to write something that was more about feelings than words. People take words and do things with them that twist and turn your original meaning, or they pick out a sentence or expression and focus too much on that, or they'll look for inaccuracies in order to make every other element of what you have written pale into insignificance. You can end up feeling as if people have only understood what suits them.
Being non-specific and using imagery means I can express my feelings and emotions when I'm deflated and emotionally exhausted, but still want to shine a light on an aspect of human behaviour.
I'm fed up of the "Take Your Position and Argue Your Case" Police, when my main aim is to say "Will you just take a look at yourselves"

Anyway... So... Tired, very tired, today, which meant I could vacuum and do some other mundane jobs without trying to pretend I'm too intellectual for such things!

Always look for positives!*

:o)

Oh yeah - the photo - Richard, Dylan the dog, and the fields up the hill behind our house. The grass has been cut recently.

*BOLLOCKS