Tea drops on hearth

A grittier version of ‘raindrops on roses’ ...and not one of my favourite things.
I get a bit bored of feeling shit so just carry on anyway. So today it was tears as I made the fire, tears as I brushed my teeth, tears as I put a wash on...you get the general idea.
I had a plan A for today but that was quickly abandoned due to dodgy weather and roads and the pressure to coincide with my neice before she flies back tomorrow. It would mean me driving to mum and dad’s, and if I made good time we would have had time for supper before they would need to head back to my sister’s on dark cold country lanes. Not the best plan, especially as my neice is 6 months pregnant now.

But the shitness is at many levels which I can’t be bothered to detail just now.