This morning was a little bit like Hell; a veritable comedy of errors that chipped away at my confidence and self worth and had me in tears by around 9.36 at the indoor swimming pool.
Essentially, it had not been a good morning.
Not helped by my missing, for the third week running, my walk-and-coffee with a friend. Instead, I was treated to the Pre-School Swimming Lessons that I really, really do try to look forward to, even if it’s thrust upon me at the last minute and fucks with my day.
I do try to look at it along the lines of “I don’t usually get to see this, it will be fabulous to see what he is now capable of doing” and be all excited about what treat I may be in for.
It wasn’t what I expected.
His friend wasn’t there, but