It must be the day for it DV6. I'm having one of those days where I'm having to 'fake it' but just want to crawl under a rock and shut the world out. Mixture of hormones and tiredness I think. Right royally fed up of the whole darn thing.
I also think I've been 'unsettled' by news at the weekend, which if I know my husband, means there may be trouble in paradise. It's tempting to contact him on a pretext and be 'mrs nice and concerned' just to stir it up a bit. Desperate, wicked, nasty, foolish etc etc I know and I won't do it. But it's tempting.
2 more days at work and then a trip to London to see middle son and his partner. We'll do touristy things and see the Christmas lights and laugh, eat and be merry. That's the plan anyway.
