I’ve had a somewhat trying time of late, including the illness and death of the most important person in my life, dog diarrhoea on shag pile rugs, a broken toilet, an infestation of flies from the rotting corpse of a rodent that has died in an inaccessible place under the floor, and this morning the unexpected bonus of a spider in my hair.
People talk about ‘looking after yourself ’ when bad things happen. I suppose they’re referring to eating, sleeping and not drinking vodka in bus shelters. But what does it mean in practice? Well, recently I’ve found solace in some unexpected (and frankly, quite boring) places. Washing the car (big gun with foam coming out of it = ace), doing the dishes, making porridge, ripping out weeds, throwing…
