See I said I’d be terrible at updating every day!

Got back from Hull for the last time the other day.  Drank entirely too much prosecco and spent my last morning throwing up so that was nice 🙂

I joke of course.  It was awful.

Yesterday my family made our monthly trip to visit my grandad.  My grandma has had Alzheimer’s for 18 years, and after she was put into care her four children each took a weekend to go up and help out my Gdad.  Yesterday was our turn.  

We spent the day picking blackcurrants and drinking sherry.  We only spend 20 minutes or so visiting my gma because she spends all her time sleeping nowadays.  Also she resembles a skeleton and it’s upsetting to see, so.

Today was spent at work trying not to strangle difficult customers.

I’ve been in a depression fog for a while now, but it came to a head last night and this morning I could barely get out of bed.  I was crying for a while because I just can’t do it anymore.  Get by, that is.  It’s just too hard to keep going.  And that is how I am going to tie in this entry’s word: imagination.

I’m pretty sure it’s all I have right now.
Hope everyone’s ok out there 


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