So today is Dydd Santes Dwynwen or maybe Diwrnod Santes Dwynwen … the Welsh equivalent of St Valentines Day. I seem to have spent much of it being slightly cross. Partly due to a stressful time at work, partly because I’m fighting the urge to scream every time I see people declaring their love and being all happy and cosy and stuff. Being recently separated makes me want to slap everyone who looks loved up. To be fair I’m happy that people are happy and it’s lovely … but … you know. Our separation was a calm and mutual decision and we’re both doing fine, but of course I mourn long ago days, and it can be lonely. So there you go. This is me right now. Sent a bit do-lally by an excess of meetings and wanting to slap people. And most likely spilling too much information in public places.
Don’t worry I haven’t actually committed any acts of violence, and I don’t plan for that to change. It’s just in my head!
