The weather, the weather is good

Bank holiday Monday I lay on the grass in the park by the longwater and read the brothers Grimm. Swans swanned about with that chimeric reptile malice, on the opposite bank someone else was reading next to their bike and when I left we waved to each other.

The puppy is now officially called Dusty, and I keep meaning to get a photo to post here. She's cute, but cowardly. Mum calls her the second Mrs deWinter, because she's faces constant comparison with the dead dog. So far she lacks character and won't poo outside.

Anyway, I wentto pick up the minisibs from school yesterday with Dusty in a straw basket (she's still to little to go out on the pavement). I have a new found respect for Paris Hilton et al, because it turns out dogs in baskets are actually quite heavy and awkward.
And I upstaged someone else's puppy at the school gate.

Depression and allergies, are in my unkind mind, sure signs of weakness. But I've definately developed some mystery allergies, and I finally went to the doctor yesterday to get a prescription for an inhaler. But that's good because it means I won't feel so faint and tired and will be able to sing again, since I've been unable to place or sustain notes whenever I've been tight chested.

And since I cancelled that consultation with the psychiatrist I don't know if I've been clinically depressed these last eight months or so, or just unhappy. What I do know is the frequency of the limb paralysing, mind fogs have decreased and are less intense and easier to shake off. And I'm not having crying fits and I want to see my friends and I'm not thinking so much about suicide.