I had, for me, a socialable weekend. I got a little bit turned around because Cyranny held her Skypy Sunday on Friday, so I spent most of Saturday thinking it was Monday and wondering why I hadn’t taken Monkey to school.
Then he reminded me that, there was a market going on and we could get a hotdog, which is what we did and because it was late, we hung around and waited for my partner to get home, we then spent a lovely evening together as a family.
Sunday, we had my stepson round, the boys tend to play various things, whether its a board game or on the XBox, fun seemed to be had.
This morning, I got up on time and got Monkey into school and now sat here, waiting for the political briefing that is going to happen, I am worried they are going to announce or threaten another national lockdown. But just got to wait for that news
My anxiety seems to be at an acceptable level for me, which is good, because I often find that when I have done something like going out into town, I need a couple of days to recover and my mood goes right down, this doesn’t seem to have happened, or my brain is just waiting for now. It can be a tricky bastard