This is not a winge. Honest. More an observation.
The wedding was lovely. My Boys were fab. My feet are wrecked (new shoes). The cushion did it’s job!
I found it so much harder to connect. To talk to family and friends. Why? Is it the PD or am I just knackered? I’m starting to wake up early and not get back to sleep – this morning especially. I have no idea but it’s a pain in the posterior. I used to be sparky, lively, laughing, optimistic. That’s me really. But dark thoughts come out, my voice loses its expression, I know I’m boring. I HATE boring. It’s my personal Room 101, this box. I’m looking for the key but it’s blardy elusive.
At least the cushion worked.