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Date: 25 June 2004 10:34:32
Dad's depressed this morning. I can see that's going to be my challenge - staying positive when he's negative, yet masking my irritation as it turns his depression to anger. He took my "lots of people must have to deal with this so there must be a solution to the difficulty you're having, let's think this one through" as meaning "you don't know how lucky you are, quit moaning and acting as though you're the only person with any problems". By the time he'd finished, I was biting my tongue to stop myself saying "you don't know how lucky you are, quite moaning and acting as though you're the only person with any problems"! ;-) I was a good girl, though. I changed the subject.
I've decided to shelve my plans for this morning until this afternoon and take him out scooter-viewing. Hopefully then he'll buy me lunch. A new cafe has opened at the Island lavender farm and it's one of the most calming places I know. It's quite easy to get to, so I can see us going there fairly often. Who knows, I might eventually get to really like the smell of lavender.
I had a lovely relaxing bath with some of their lavender and lemon grass bath salts this morning, by coincidence. I am not over fond of the smell but it's certainly relaxing. Smudgelet sat by the door and read me a Puddle Lane story as I soaked. Unfortunately he read so well that I just drifted off to sleep, lulled by the rhythm of his voice. I woke with a jolt to hear he'd stopped, so I congratulated him on his lovely reading - only to discover he was crying because he'd made a total mess of the page he was on and had lost his place and couldn't find it again and felt he was a hopeless reader! Poor Smudgelet. He soon cheered up, though, and read on to the end.
Tiddles is exhausted, bless him. He'll have a job to keep his eyes open through school today. Thank goodness Portugal won the match last night as he couldn't cope with any more late nights watching England play. He was quite sweet as he insisted that the match was over when the whistle blew last night and was heading off to bed, unaware that there was still some to go. I handed him a tissue when England lost. He handed me one when my computer went wrong again. "Diddums need a hanky? Diddums going to cwy?" Cheeky monkey! I don't know where he gets it from.
The doctor can't see my foot until Monday and it's not painful or swollen enough for me to feel the need to go to casualty with it. You can say "I told you so" if it turns out I was wrong to wait.