In Between Days.

Friday.

Kev had gone into work extra silly boy. I spent the morning sorting stuff out. Washing make up brushes. Emptied the toiletries bag that we take away with us. Chucking stale make up kits and filling empty bottles and jars that have been used this time. Before I knew it Kev was back home. Its amazing how quickly time passes when you are busy.

Now a little observation, we all have two sorts of friends. The sort that are happy for us, when we post pictures of us looking nice they comment or like them, if we are doing something enjoyable or to us exciting they love it, happy to read about it etc. Then there are the others. Who ignore posts about things they aren't involved in. Or showing you happy, they only like pictures of you when you look dodgy or even worse they only share pictures of you at your worst. They only want to talk about what they've doing even at the risk of repeating themselves. What you've been up to is of no concern of theirs. Strange isn't it that despite that we still consider them friends. Beware the enemy that hugs you my friends. Because they are the ones with the knives pointing at your back when it's turned. 

Saturday.

Frosty and very cold. Slippy underfoot. Its stressful for me as I'm scared of falling my balance isn't what it should be at the best of times and now it's even worse. I'm terrified of falling, understandable when you've just been through a traumatic fall recently. But some people don't get it, and get impatient with me, and can't seem to grasp why I'm so scared. They have no idea how much I want to just get on with it myself to not be cautious but there's this fear in my head that like every fear has no foundation in fact, but can control you unconsciously. Let's hope those impatient with me never have to deal with it themselves, eh?