So,
I’ve really been looking forward to this counselling session; a chance to just talk about my dad, and kids, and all the big stuff that I normally don’t really discuss.
It’s been cancelled – the guy I’m meant to see is off sick. Not his fault, but it’s just…. well. It’s left me feeling kind of lost. I was all geared up and ready to talk about stuff, and now… Now it’s all got to go back away quietly.
On top of which I am phenominally tired still and my printer’s refilled cartridge remains as dead as a big black cube of dead plastic. I guess leaving the damn thing sat around for a year before refilling was a less than brilliant plan. So I’ve had to order a “new” one, I’ll save up the refills though!
And then there’s this which makes a depressingly scary read.
