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Date: 10 June 2006 20:31:20
Mr Miff has been in the wars! Read all about it over in Mr Miff on Tour.
Back chez Miffy, we've had a few more disturbed nights with Miffdog's gippy tummy, but none as ghastly as Monday. He's a lot better, and is enjoying the personal attention and gourmet cooking immensely. (After an initial 24 hour fast, a three day diet of home cooked chicken and rice was prescribed!). He's also rather more slimline than before. Almost a chipolata rather than a merguez.
Ms Miff is hot, cross, and still hasn't had her results yet. It would also appear that she and the BF are no longer an item (her doing) and most of her other friends are still away at uni. However, she's had several invites this weekend, and is out tonight at a BBQ - hence has cheered up slightly.
Not so here, I'm afraid. Although the lovely sunny weather here has helped lift my mood a fair bit; I'm ashamed to say that last night with both Mifflets out galliavanting - and with nothing more sociable on the horizon than the enticing prospect of the ironing mountain or changing the cat's litter tray I decided to indulge in a pity me session, and ended up in a snivelling heap. Probably not helped by me hitting the bottle (or rather the winebox) earlier. (Typically, next weekend is quite booked - though perversely, not much of it is stuff I'm particularly looking forward to).
I suppose it helped, (the snivelling not the wineboxing in case you should get totally the wrong idea) as I felt much much better this morning, and set off with a neighbour to a womens' breakfast at our church. Topic of the morning - Depression. Not the kind of theme to leave you in a strong frame of mind exactly, but pretty helpful nevertheless. As so many times before, it's astonishing to discover how many other folk are in the same situation either themselves or with relatives, yet rarely if ever mention it. Why oh why do people put up such a front and so rarely let others get a glimpse behind it to what's really going on? I'm the last person to advocate going around with your emotional entrails permanently on display, but speaking personally, I've sometimes found far more of Christ when people come out from behind their religious 'masks' and been 'real' than ever I have in any programmes, talks or 'Christian' activities.
Ah well. Too much thinking for me at this time of night. Here endeth the rant.