Hey… we checked out of the hotel. Came home, dropped our bags off and went for Sunday lunch.
I had acid reflux and had to stop eating half way through.
Came home. I cleaned the bathroom and bedroom and unpacked some laundry and other bags. I’m trying to be a bit more organised and also take more control of my mental health (if that’s possible). I already feel a bit frazzled and like I’m working against a fog of medication.
I’m listening to Jazz on RTE. It suits my mood currently. Daniel has just come back from Brussels. Seem to have fallen out with mum.
Oh now it’s some weird Celtic Middle Ages shit on RTE. Bring back the Jazz!!