Good Grief 232

Well, they've gone and the exhaustion continues.
Huge struggle to get out but glad I did, eventually. I was reminded of our first proper holiday to Ireland when, bizarrely, we watched a man walk into the sea in an attempt to end his life. We were in a very remote area and it was wild. Anyway, to cut a very long story short it involved a portly garda, a rescue helicopter and eventually a fisherman came round the headland into the bay, bent over the side of his boat and unceremoniously grabbed the rather large man and hauled him into the boat. 
I felt as though I was similarly having to delve in and haul myself out today, unceremoniously and with an awful lot of ridiculous tears.