I rather feel damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
Holidays just seem to be painful. It doesn’t seem to matter what I do. I don’t have any expectations of it being otherwise any more but I do wish I felt some benefit. I’ve had some little missions/objectives and I guess they’ve given a bit of direction but I sat looking up at this view this morning just not being able to stop the tears and lowness.
Anyway, I went on a small pointless and fruitless expedition and came back again. I’d like to have something more profound to say but I haven’t.

In fact, I’m just trying to sit and quietly read but the tears just stream. Still, where does it say that you can’t come on holiday and just cry? In fact, embrace it, it could be a new trend.
(Added a blip for yesterday for illustrative purposes).