You find me away from work, away from home and away from cooking. I have escaped to Essex near the town of Tiptree famous for its jam factory with my dad.
After a somewhat stressful Easter, an incredibly stressful term I had hoped to find some peace and quiet to read my book.
Sadly that's not the case. The only quiet place is our room and work followed me down here.
My life is very unsettled. Yet I keep going, day after day. If and when I find calm waters I will rest. Feels now like I'm drowning against the tide.
Some may say my challenges are first world challenges but there is only so much mental resilience in me before I have to withdraw from the world and increase my medication.
That said it is good to be with dad. He's playing bowls on a damp, drizzly morning. We're certainly well fed here. Had I not skipped breakfast the last two days I would be the size of a house.
In the wider world it is St George's Day. A day to take back our flag from those who use it for nefarious reasons to justify attacks on those deemed to be different. The world is made of many different beliefs, creeds and culture. We all have a place in the world.
I Heard a Voice.
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