Two posts in a month?? You lucky devils.....

Slightly more communicative am I this month, though still in a bit of a funk.

I blame the weather, all this rain is playing havoc with me ol' bones......

Yup, I'm British, not five minutes into the conversation, and its weather talk!

I will apologise in advance for any crappy spelling mistakes or grammar, I'm typing in the dark, and I've succumbed to false nails.. Bloody things are murder for typing in, and I now poke futilely at my phone, in a vain hope of hitting the right part of the screen.. 

I hate being  a girl sometimes!

Competition entry time....!

Ha, thought I'd forgotted, didn't you!

Nope, I lulled you into a false sense of security, then hit you in the face with it, like a big, ol' smelly haddock :)

As usual, the images are from Imagine That! digistamps progressive challenge of the month. I snuck a few hodgehegs in, just cuz they are cuute!

Thats all folks! 

Time for a little update

So, I've been a bit on the quiet side lately, which is not a new thing. If you don;t know me, chances are, you're not aware of my changing moods. I can be very quiet and withdrawn for a while, then talkative and bouncy the next moment. 

I Am Borderline Manic Depressive.

I refuse to take the medication for it, one, because I take so much medication already I rattle, and two, the tablets make me feel like the walking dead, albeit without the brain eating...

Generally, I'm pretty much OK, I just get on with things, have the occasional rant or sulk, and that's it. With the pain I'm in lately though, things seem to be getting on top of me more, and I'm finding it hard to keep the smile from slipping. I regress into myself in these instances, not wanting to talk to people, not wanting to go outside, holing myself up mentally and physically.

Not Good.

I go to an informal knitting/crochet group twice a week, at the local library. I go every week, even when I don;t want to, just to try and get me out of my hole. I've only missed it 3 times since October last year, once was for a funeral, once was a hospital appointment, and I slipped on the third one, and didn't even leave the house that day. The ladies in my group are a fantastic bunch, and much laughing and chatter can be heard when we get together.

Its Helping, I Think.

I now actually volunteer at the library, one day a week, teaching people to knit and crochet! I can socialise a bit better, and haven't felt the need to lock myself away for a while now. Of course, I have dark days, times where I don't answer the door, or sometimes won't go out for a few days, but those days feel different now, not weighing so heavy on me.

Things Don't Look So Bleak Any More.