A turbulent month. Our Bossy boy died quite unexpectedly on a Thursday, H arrived home from work first to find him in a bad way. Took him to vet, had bloated stomach, twisted internal organs too badly to save him.
Finished therapy, funny how strong I felt while doing it but since being on my own have struggled quite hard. Continuing my reading, Dr Russ Harris, which is helping somewhat. Just need to keep working at it, don’t fall into old habits. Got a follow up visit with my GP next week, just routine I guess.
Today I volunteered at a garden party fundraiser, it seemed to be a successful day, very well attended at least. I wasn’t quite sure what I was expected to do, I’d been put onto the registration table with several others, with very little idea how it was to work. Indeed the ticketing system was rather a shemozzle but we muddled through. I had some helpers, schoolgirls from a local private school who were quite switched on, a great help. One of the event organisers had also offered to help with registrations but decided she wasn’t needed, it was probably as well, she had expectations of what was to happen and part of it seemed to include thinking I knew what was what, which wasn’t the case! and rather than being helpful her presence seemed only to make matters worse.
Despite all the muddle, and feeling my usual lack of charm and grace I’ve come from the day quite worn out and a little dazed. I kind of wish I’d had more involvement in the ticketing system from the ground up, rather than brought in at the end. I think I’ll offer my help earlier on at the next event where there is a complicated registration system, so I know more about what is what.