I’m feeling better this morning – much more motivated (it’d be difficult for me to feel less motivated than yesterday). We get up, make decisions about what will do today (go shopping, get my glasses fixed, take a carload of junk to the tip, start sorting the conservatory out so that I can find the tools I need to finish off jobs around the house, buy weedkiller to nuke the allotment with), and I take the dog out while my wife strips the bed and loads the washing machine.
I change my device over to Group ‘B’ settings because tremor is bugging me this morning, and also because I know my wife prefers my mood on Group ‘B’.
We head into North Walsham and my wife goes into Lidl to do some food shopping (her youngest son and his girlfriend are coming to dinner tonight) while I head off to the local optician to get my glasses fixed (I have a screw loose, but most of my friends already know that). Then we drive to the tip, but when we get there there is a queue of about 20 cars and the gates have been closed while they move containers around in the yard. We can’t be bothered to wait so we head off home, stopping at Waitrose to buy some organic full fat milk. When we get home, there is nowhere for my wife to park her car outside the house so she puts on her hazard warning lights and passes shopping bags to me to take inside. She grabs hold of the plastic carton of milk and passes it to me, only to find that the carton has split open and leaked milk all over her fabric sample books as well as the carpet in the back of the car. I manage to cover my feet, the front door, front path and garden wall in organic milk, and I’m starting to lose the plot… How I stop myself from hurling the leaky container down the road, I really don’t know – it definitely went through my mind! I grab a bucket from inside the house and dump the container and what remains of the milk into it. I’m practically incandescent with rage at this point and have to go and sit quietly for a few minutes.
While I’m pulling myself together my wife goes to the tip and also buys the weedkiller we need. I’m in no mood to tackle the conservatory today.
For those that do not know me, I’m usually a very calm and placid kind of bloke – it takes a huge amount of provocation to make me lose my temper. I think it could possibly be a combination of device settings and circumstances (provocation) that has sent me over the edge. Back to Group ‘A’ settings and see if that fixes anything.
Okay. I have calmed down now, taken the dog for a walk and am feeling more myself again. Our visitors arrive, we chat, we eat and drink, and they depart. I’ll keep my settings as they are for the time being.