464. Walk and talk
I am exhausted and my head is buzzing. Like a hundred bees are in there looking for something that simply is not there. I need a walk. Luckily I have a dog. And a husband. They're both at home when I het there and so I take them both for a long walk. We're across the foot bridge and on the grassy bit along the canal. It looks lovely this time of year because they mow the grass leaving areas of tall grass and wild flowers. This year they have had some fun cutting winding paths amongst the trees. At last I can start to breather normally. And vent all my frustrations into the waters of the canal, up the chestnut trees in full bloom and away with the North Sea winds. 'So how was it?' My husband asks. He is also a very useful outlet to express my exasperation and despair. And no, the word is not too strong. 'Do you really want to know?' 'Of course!' I think he does, really, he's always bit a bit of a gossip. That's where Miss Organiser gets it. It...