rude

Yesterday I seemed to encounter rather a lot of rudeness. This was particularly evident in the guy who leaned out of his car window as I crossed a zebra crossing, to shout out a sentence indeterminable except for the final word which was clearly "bitch". The trick I have found is to try not to take people's rudeness personally. People have issues of all kinds and can sometimes be so stuck in them their ability to interact kindly is impeded.
That was just one small scene in what turned out to be a soap opera script of a day. Today I'm thankful that once again the weather is dry and breezy, so I can continue to wash and dry the mountain of towels and bedding drenched by a leak from the loft. Sometimes having the practical crises alongside the emotional ones are a blessing in disguise cos it's easier to feel like you're taking practical steps to do something about it - they feel more knowable, containable and have a more easily defined and attainable end point.
I am very much hoping that today is so boring that no-one would wish to televise it...