Today was a miserable and moody day.
I woke up that way.
Last night we arrived back from Denmark, my husband and I.
I like saying ‘my husband and I’. I feel like I’m giving the Christmas speech and it makes me laugh and sit up straight.
We had been visiting our friends Chloe and Ken who had moved there six months ago. They are recent friends but the kind you have known all your life.
And we adore them.
We had a bloody good time, my husband and I, and we loved our stay at theirs. I say ‘bloody’ because Chloe swears a lot. I have two swearing friends and she is one of them. Sandy, whom you have already met, is the other.
We chatted, we laughed, we ate and we drank. Then we sang, we slept and we swore. Our weekend could not have been better, and I could not have been happier.
And I had gone to bed full of the joys of friendship and laughter and Danish Blue.
Yet this morning I woke up feeling miserable.
Miserable and moody.
And wanting to cry. Which I did.
And shout. Which I also did.
All for no bloody reason.
That’s the thing with this mood-swing lark.
It’s all for no bloody reason.
And with that I kicked off my shoes and went straight back to bed.
J x
(Shared from my old diaries)
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