I am rightly pissed off.
I have been back for a few days now and I can’t get my head into gear.
I’m very happy to be back in my own bed [the French one was unbelievably soft – I couldn’t sleep in the fucking thing] and I can have my doze in my favourite armchair.
Sandy decided this morning to forgive us and has stopped giving us reproachful looks at last. She even bit my face this morning and laughed after, so I know she is back to her old form.
But I can’t THINK.
I put the brain into neutral when we left here and the fucking thing is stuck there.
There are things I am supposed to be doing but when I start doing them, I go into a haze after the first minute.
I give up.
I need a holiday.