It’s Saturday night, and my joie de vivre has allez-ooped en vacances.
I have zig zag lines appearing in my peripheral vision, aching ribs, and Special Needs Fatigue.
The main reasons for my symptoms are as follows:
- I’ve been on my hands and knees for an interminable length of time looking for my daughter’s see-through retainers on a stripy carpet.
- I collided very heavily with the ground playing rounders last Sunday (once whilst making a spectacular diving catch, and a second time whilst falling over myself on the way to first post) - and six days later it still hurts when I do pretty much anything.
- I have spent the evening reading a 46 page guidance document on filling in a Personal Independence Payment (PIP) form (the much-dreaded replacement for my daughter’s Disability Living Allowance, which she will have to switch from once she’s 16, which is very soon). The process will, at some point, involve ATOS. Oh joy.
All this, and the only drink in the house is Tesco No Added Sugar Fiery Ginger Beer.
Song is The Holy Modal Rounders - Dame Fortune
