biscuit

It's 4.30pm and I've not had a brew yet, so have just made one. And I'm also going to have a biscuit. I'm reminded of my favourite, Hug it out, song that includes the line about having a custard cream and putting the kettle on. I'm not a custard cream fan (tho I made some from scratch ones and they were yummy) but any biscuit will suffice.

Today's had too many roles in it. Sometimes it's hard to feel effective whilst simultaneously trying to juggle in 3 jobs, parent, partner, friend, daughter, co-ordinating Christian Aid (not much longer with that this year hopefully), community activist, dog owner, house owner etc etc. I only have a finite amount of attention. I'm going to enjoy my biscuit.

As predicted, I very much enjoyed my call with my friend, an hour in which we both laughed and cried. Friends are ace. She pointed out that in some circumstances, it's not the thought that counts. Having thought to buy myself some bubble bath, a colouring book etc, I actually Have To Use Them.

I'm aware that this blog is rather moany of late - I'm not going to apologise tho I appreciate it doesn't make as good a read as when I'm in a more positive space. Instead I'm going to thank you for bearing with me whilst I'm finding some things hard and need this outlet to whinge a bit. (See what I did there? I applied that learning from the other day of not apologising for how we feel but thanking people for staying in whilst we feel it).