I sat in the garden to cut my hair. I’m not sure I’ll ever go to a hairdresser again.
I’m taking great pleasure already in the garden seat that I bought back from mum and dad’s.
There seems to be so much I want to record but I can’t keep up.
This dismantling of lives is exhausting and although I’ve been doing it for so many years the pace has now picked up and there is everything to do and so much tension.
I came back feeling very depressed, not sure I could face work and feeling deeply withdrawn, not wanting to engage with anything or anyone. As usual I just got started and was soon back to it but made a point of cutting out anything superfluous. I wonder when it will be noticed that I’m not attending any team meetings.