The Weekend

For those that missed it, myself and my partner were due to go to London for a family bash, Monkey was staying with granddad for the night.

On Saturday, Monkey said he wasn’t feeling well, this put us in a predicitment, at the moment there is a horrible virus going around and while I am fairly confident its not in his school, I didn’t want to risk it if it was. Also, I didnt think it was fair to subject my dad to an ill child, or to be fair a sick child out of his comfort zone.

Our train wasn’t till the afternoon, but this was something that needed to be decided there and then.

For some reason it was decided that I go by myself and my partner stays with Monkey. Partly because this was my family, but christ this was not a comfortable decision for me. It also meant coming back by myself.

I got there, I had a few good friends in various different zones support me all the way through the journey there.

I had a good time, someone paid for my room to stay and I got back on the Sunday, never to leave my flat ever ever ever again.

Nop, not leaving it. I refuse.

I spent from Sunday when I got home, to Monday, when I had to pick Monkey up, in a massive anxiety ball, I was not happy, it was starting to me down and I assumed it was because I knew I couldn’t not go pick him up, so I dragged my arse out to go get him and you know, once I started the walk, I actually started to feel a bit better.

Dont get me wrong, I am still suffering, but its calmer now, I am doing the school run Tuesday morning and the pick up, I am not sure how I am going to feel, but I am doing much better than I thought and it doesn’t make me want to throw up.

For those who know London a wee bit, from my place to where I am going it was close to a 3 hour train journey. I had to go into london to go back out of it. I have only discovered, in my 40 years there are 2 branches of the Northern Line, which is what I thought I needed to get back to waterloo, turns out you don’t use the one I was trying to get on.

I wouldn’t do it again in a hurry, but it was great to see my family, many who havent seen me in over 8 years. I am going to take it slowly for now, get the recovering process underway, but I am slightly more confident now that I can do this

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5 Responses to The Weekend

  1. Darlene says:

    I’m glad you did it!

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  3. Carol anne says:

    that was nice, i bet your family were delighted to see you, and congrats on conquering london and the trains and all that jazz!

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