Today was not a good day. Work was manic and stressful (though it is a huge credit to my professionalism that no one in the Quality Assurance department was on the receiving end of actual physical violence!) and personal stuff was buzzing round my head and driving me slightly insane.
Book group proved to be a happy respite, although we all uniformly disliked the week’s book, Beryl Bainbridge’s Every Man for Himself.
On getting home Sally and I eventually both managed to be free on the phone at the same time and had an excellent chat. So good to talk to someone about stuff and have them understand. Her observation that we are no better now than we were as teenagers is sadly so true at times.
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