so...today was mainly a pyjama day

 


...I have motivation issues. I managed to get out of bed at 8am. Well done me! But also only managed to get out of pyjamas to have a shower by 5pm. So I did manage to do it, it just took a while. Also had another call with Sutton talking therapies (to whom I gave my GP referral to see a psychologist)...no news yet on the psychologist and we agreed that I first of all have basic practical goals to achieve (like sleeping and eating, and possibly the more amazing goal of not crying every sodding day) before starting CBT (cognitive behavioural therapy) as I am not in any shape or form out of my trauma yet (in fact I'm pretty convinced that there is more trauma waiting for me even before the divorce is finalised. Also no news from the counselling available through the ICE benevolent fund.

I did finally manage to clean the egg off my car and windshield sheet...which kids threw at ours and our neighbours cars and our door on the 22nd August...quite rightly mum and our neighbours (who happen to be Iraqi - ie not white) were quite worried about it and thought it could be racist idiots getting involved in the whole riot situation related to the recent stabbings... But apparently our neighbours on the other side also got egged (and they are white) so I think that made it feel less threatening and more like just some kids on school holidays with nothing better to do than go to the local Sainsbury's and buy eggs and lobb them at people's houses... anyway dried egg is difficult to get off. But vinegar helps! And a bit of scrubbing it was fine...

In lighter news: Dale caught yet another frog. Could be the same frog just doing loops around our house....he caught one the night before last as well... So I think him and Chip are up to about 8 now....

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