It’s always sad when someone dies, but I wasn’t David Bowie’s biggest fan, though I love a couple of his songs – Rebel, Rebel, and Heroes, in case you’re interested – so I was shocked to find myself in floods of tears on Monday when I heard the news. And it hit me that crying like that was something that I just don’t do. Lately it’s taken all my energy to just keep going and the slightest stress seemed to be pushing me over the edge. This did not impress my children, who always seem to be more empowered when I appear happy and capable. My tears were a wake up call, and an hour later I left the doctors surgery with a full prescription. Within 24 hours I was told I looked better, so it was obviously the right thing to do. Like most people I find it very hard to admit that I’m struggling, but many people need a little extra help at times. Including me. So getting help is my first reason to be cheerful for this week, and I’ve found a couple more too:
It’s all over for the snails.
I’ve had a snail problem for years. They were everywhere, especially underfoot in the wet weather, so most days they’d be holding snail races up and down the path. The neighbours warned me about them, but I just kept their numbers down, I didn’t solve the problem. Apparently they love this pretty purple flower, which flourishes in cracks to paths and walls andespecially drainpipes
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