Holiday

So my mother took me away for four days.  We went up to Winford, which is just outside of Chester, well I say just outside, it took us a good half hour to get to Chester.

I had hoped that going away on this break a few things would happen.

1. I would relax
2. I would tell me Mam what was going on in my life
3. I could start to feel better about things
4. Give me time and space away from S

Well bollocks, none of it really happened.  I did start to relax by the Monday, so relaxed that I started randomly falling asleep and wasn't really that much fun to be around.  I didn't tell Mam anything that was going on, I didn't start to feel better about anything (and in fact I've started to develop a cold which sucks!), and although it was nice to have some time and space away from S, I missed him like crazy.  I really do ache for that boy and I wish I didn't.

I did play bingo and won a prize, I did a raffle and won a prize.  We watched Dr. Who (old Dr. Who with Jon Petwee) which was good.  I tried not to think about work and all the shit that is going on, but it's hard.  I struggled to hide my scars at time.  Each time I came out of the shower the marks show up, they are very noticable.  Luckly she only saw the other arm when I walked out of the shower and it's not like the coridoor was all that bright.  No light in there.

it was nice to get away from everything even if it was only for four days.  Last night N and I went to the pub to participate in the pub quiz but it was cancelled since more people were interested in the Football.  So I got conned into watching football.... again!!! (the last time was a Liverpool and Arsnel match, sometime last season that played on a Sunday.  The  Boys has asked me to go to a pub lunch but 'forgot' to tell me that the football was on.  S is a Liverpool fan and N is an Arsnel Fan.  It was a 1-1 draw incidently!). 

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