The eye of the storm


The eye of the storm

Sometimes, when you think you’re doing the right thing for yourself and others tell you the same, nothing can prepare you for the worst possible outcome.

Today had been going pretty well – Sal managed to help fix cousin Iain’s PS2, which along with much hilarity made for a good old-fashioned, light-hearted Friday afternoon.

Sadly that was all to be forgotten an hour or so later when a difficult situation came home to roost in the worst possible way. Next week will be one of the most difficult of my life to date, I suspect. To say I’m aprehenisive would be a bit of an understatement.