I’m traumatised. No, I haven’t had to frog a project. This is for real. I’ve just had a totally unexpected freakout and it has showed me that I was traumatised by events some years ago.

It wasn’t pleasant at the time. It certainly rattled me. I would not have judged it as trauma then, but clearly it has stayed with me.

I’m not sure that I want to explain. I don’t think I want to think about it hard enough to write it down. It might be better for me if I did. Not now, though, because I’m shaky and my head is reeling.

What brought it on? An item on the radio at lunchtime, discussing something that I was close to in the early Nineties. How odd that it should surface now, completely out of the blue (and so soon after a relevant conversation I had yesterday.) I had to turn the  radio off. I sat and looked through my tears at Mr L and said, “I can’t listen to this. I don’t want to listen to this… TURN IT OFF!” and just sat there, shaking and crying.

I think I resent the outside world coming into my peedie part of Orkney and reminding me of all its awfulness.

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It’s a reasonable day today and thus we have the back doors standing open. This means that Chloé can come and go as she pleases (she refuses to use the cat flaps and expects us to give her ingress and egress via the sitting room window). We were taking a coffee break in between sorting out the van, when we heard a strange Chloé-type noise. I did not like it. I wondered if she hadContinue readingThanks!

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

Petunias always make me think of Dinghies

It has been a busy day, not much time for anything. We walked the dog this morning but I took no photographs until I decided to take a few potshots in the village on our way back.

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