Today I feel as though someone has their giant hands on either side of my head & is pressing as hard as they can.
Daytime yesterday involved trapesing around, looking at potential future homes, only to reach the conclusion that we are more uncertain & actually still have no conclusion - just more wondering about what this week will hold.
Yesterday evening began with me setting the cooker alight whilst cooking Yorkshire Puds.
This was followed with a takeaway & an early night.
Early night was cut short when floods of anxious, hormone-induced tears broke forth for no one reason in particular.
Long-awaited sleep was then interrupted by Daughter crying for no reason, other than much-sought after attention. Again, & again & again...
I greeted the morning with puffy eyes & sluggishness.
Today, the day is rescued by Daughter & her charm: