I dread weekends these days.
I hate the whole fake family act.
I loathe that he tags along everywhere I go.
I despise and detest the woman I can see myself turning into if I stay.
Limestone Way day 3 tomorrow, if the weather plays. I’ve told him he is not invited, but again he’s trying to manipulate me through the children. I WILL NOT PLAY THIS GAME; I AM NOT DESCENDING TO HIS LEVEL.
I’m so fucking miserable right now.
Here, have a happy picture:
In honour of National Wool Week, small girl is knitting herself a scarf. It takes a lot of concentration. There appears to be an inherited predilection for turquoise and purple.
And I have been inspired to find a crochet hook and play around with patterns for granny squares.
Even pretty coloured yarn is not enough to cheer me up tonight.