Day 84 – Staring into the Middle Distance (and Hoping for Ice Cream)
It really hasn’t got any better. In fact, I’d go so far as to say it’s got worse. Not apocalyptic worse—there are no frogs raining from the sky or cats learning Latin—but worse in that I feel distinctly unwell, and distinctly sorry for myself. This morning I got into work and at points found myself doing the kind of 1000-yard stare usually reserved for people who have seen things. Terrible things. Like emails. Focusing was hard. Getting through the day felt like wading through metaphorical treacle, only with less of a sugar high to sweeten the experience. My brain spent most of the day in a fog, occasionally surfacing for air, then deciding that perhaps it wasn’t worth the effort after all. A Small Victory (and a Flake) But even in the gloomiest of days, there can be unexpected glimmers of joy. At lunchtime, salvation arrived not on a white horse, but in the form of an ice cream van pulling up outside school. There are few things that bring a smile quite like a Mr Whippy and a 99 Fl...