Mad

Today just seemed to go pear shaped and my mood with it.After a doze in the afternoon which did not help my increasingly low mood I became as mad as hell on the allotment when I discovered a fellow coop member had well over egged what she had done " in the pouring rain." She actually had done nothing, including what she had told me she had not done which was cleaning the poop trays "because she had forgotten by the time she had finished clearing the run." Once she pays what she owes me I shall relentlessly pick up on the innumerable times she does not clean the trays and never even apologises for it. On coming home and finding a car parked outside my house so I had to park well up the hill I was spitting feathers. 
Rather than send the coop member a sharply worded message as I was itching to do, I grabbed my camera to take The Mad Hatter's Tea Party my sister had arranged for me at the top of the stairs. By the time I had fixed tripod, failed with remote shutter release and got the photo I wanted my spitting had stopped. I made myself some food, watched an episode of Endeavour I had not seen before and did some crochet and started a new knitting project. Felt a lot calmer - I don't like how consumed I  get with such anger and know it's just exacerbated by grief. Was pleased I managed to quell it - eventually!
I watched a fascinating documentary on Judy Dench then found an email from the Allotment chairmen - the strawberry frame he thought he'd located he had found out was not mine, but far, far worse was the other news.
The delightful young couple and the their child who had taken over the plot behind the chickens last year , had set off to tour Southern France before Xmas - they had been hit by a van - he was killed, daughter just managed to pull through. So, so tragic and senseless. Very sadly put my grief into perspective.