Bank Holiday Monday August 25th 2014
The first thing was trying to get Tuesday off. One quick text and success! I don't need to be in until Wednesday. A nice short work week. The day started off well, I carried on sorting and chucking out things I don't need. I have a few piles going on. Bin, skip, charity and eBay. I'm hoping the eBay stuff will sell well and go towards debts. I'm being a good Mary Poppins when the sadness hits me again like a wave. It freaks me out how quickly it comes. I've mourned many before but it's never been like this. Boom! Out of nowhere I'm crying. I pull myself together and decide I need to talk to someone who knows me. Someone who knows that I'm a happy person, not a sad one. I called Steph in Italy. When you've known someone since the age of 7, all you need to say is 'Hey' and they know. I told her about Mark and cried about other things. We discussed my family. Steph knows them and their situations. When ever I cry it's for a mix of anythi...