Boil, Then Simmer

I'm not normally one for getting all angry about stuff, but right now I'm seething.

A child in my son's class pushed him over and hurt him yesterday. As well as the usual grazes and little cuts, he's got a big bruise right on his hip bone. The poor little man couldn't get to sleep last night due to the pain he was in. He lay there crying. It broke my heart.

Secondly, a pensioner has just scowled and shook his head at me whilst I was on my way to my counselling appointment.  I was turning left at a junction and he was coming from my left, turning right. He was cutting across the junction when I arrived at it, so had to stop and correct his position  on the road. You'd think I'd smeared shit all over his (yes, you guessed it) Nissan Micra. 

I am wound up at the moment and I know that is reflected in the way I drive  but I genuinely didn't do anything wrong on this occasion.

*Interlude for counselling session*

OK.  I've done another counselling session and I had a good old weep for the first time.  Weirdly, afterwards, I feel like we're getting somewhere with it now.  Not sure if that was related to the crying or not.

After the counselling session, I drove over to Leigh, in search of peppercorns (a missing ingredient for mushroom stroganoff).  My search was fruitless (peppercornless?), but what it did do was to calm me down a little. I changed the car radio station to Classic FM and absolutely stuck to speed limits, and it worked.

I got a bit stressed again later in the day when I had to get Luke from school, fly up to Horwich to collect my wife, then back to Wigan to get us to the dentist for a family appointment.  

Once home, I prepared and cooked the peppercornless stroganoff and it was double tasty. My wife suggested putting a bit of mustard powder in, as well as some dried chilli flakes and a whole load of black pepper. It was just the job. 

*Interlude for a good nights sleep*

I had a good sleep last night. First time in about 3 or 4 nights if I'm honest. I was becoming worried that I'd lost my ability to sleep properly again, but last night proved me wrong. Maybe it was the red wine we had with the meal, who knows?

Right - I've got tons of things to do, so I'm going to go and get them done.

Bye.