Dark clouds and building bridges

Today is what my mother would probably have called a 'progressive' day. Translated that's a day when lots of troubles spring to the surface like a hose that's suddenly sprung lots of little leaks. (It's progressive because you're meant to learn a lot that day!)

So I tried to deal with an ex boyfriend taunting me about how he's getting married soon, a full on day in the office, getting soaked in a downpour on the way home, various negotiations, discussions and guilt trips, and to top it all off when I got home builders had tramped through the flat with muddy feet, spilt tea all over the floor, got dust and dirt everywhere and turned my bedroom upside down. My poor flatmate, who was feeling unwell anyway, was so upset by the thick layer of dust and debris left all over her bed she had to pack her bag and leave for the night. Then I unpacked my shopping and my yoghurt had exploded all over the contents of my bag leaving a trail of raspberry stickiness everywhere. And finally my camera wouldn't work (uploading this took 10 attempts - I'm certainly persistant!)

All small niggles, of course, no great disasters (thank goodness). But this dark looming cloud over the bridge seemed to capture the feeling of today's bugbears. And the building bridges bit is about how it sometimes feels as if I'm always trying to salvage relationships or things going wrong, even when it feels like they're stretching me to the very limit.

I remind myself of the Persian proverb: "In the hour of adversity be not without hope, for crystal rain falls from black clouds."

And I go to bed with my chin up - tomorrow WILL be a better day!