I have a week of leave before I am officially unemployed. I don’t really know what to do with myself. Unfortunately I’m not inclined to get out and pull out lots of weeds… I could be depressed or reluctant but I am managing to do little bits of house tidying as the day progresses, but I am horribly conscious of missing the best bits of the days. I have to find another job but I’m reluctant to actually start looking. My favourite go to Job sites have been getting bad press recently and I am feeling too old to start again. My sleep cycles are all over the place and I am getting anxious about all the thing’s happening concurrently and where members of the family are going to be heading very soon…

Maybe I should heed the reading of one of my friends tarot sites and look forward to new beginnings, and the positive way it read, I was momentarily hopeful. Ever the optimist, I don’t want to be looking for bad things to happen but stronger doses of my HRT will maybe shift the last vestiges of doubt and anxiety!

Weather reports today suggest we are heading into a long heatwave, which neither alarms or dismays me. I really am feeling more glass half full at the moment, and we have a terribly affectionate dog to cheer us up if we feel at all blue. She really does act like all her Christmases have come at once and I feel ever bound to making sure she never fears a return to a concrete cell again. She has started to sleep in different places which is also a sign that she feels safer and more secure. But I did enquire locally to get her groomed and a three-figure sun was suggested and made me do a bit of a back track.

Granny is coming to stay for a few weeks. As a former hairdresser she might be better placed at trimming fluffy bits and I can treat her to a nice meal for less than three figures. My youngest is also keen for a trim from Granny if she brings her scissors!