Work.
Busy as we suspected because of the Bank Holiday. Lots of BBQ stuff bought and lots of booze.
Kev twisted funny at work and hurt his back, and was in an awful lot of pain. By the time we got home poor guy could hardly move. We went to bed around nine, early for us but thought that was the best option to get him resting, and I can always use extra sleep when we are at work.
Sunday.
Kev went into work despite my advice to not do so, and I asked his co-workers to keep an eye on him for me. He seemed to be OK, but I had put loads of ibuprofen gel on his side and back, and given him some pain meds go take if he needed them.
Another busy day, I saw all my regulars including my Eeyore man. Who was a little more jolly than usual, we chatted and talked about our respective animals. We got the buses alright and both of us were bushed, so after eating and fussing Willow loads we had another early night. We now go to bed at the time that we would have gone out years past lol... Oh well, been there, done that, I wouldn't go back there for anything. We are both so happy now, I love where we live and the people we know now, and the few that hung around even when things got tough. At least now I don't feel like I'm in a contest, or not good enough, people choose to be around or not, it no longer matters... Strange how I never realised until I'm looking back now, just how much of myself I lost trying to be loved or liked by the wrong people...
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