Right on cue, I found someone on Facebook yesterday. Someone who I have largely blocked from my memory, who deserves no real place in it, other than a painful reminder of what it can be to be cruel to a relative. As I have said recently, there are two sides to every story, but in this case, one of those sides is one of deceit and lies. Why I even searched for this person, I do not really know. Memories come flooding back, and the hours of counselling and pep talks mean nothing for a large proportion of the day. I am angry with myself for opening an old wound, but the mind plays tricks sometimes. As a result of this, the day was largely a bit of a waste. I managed to give myself a bit of a stern talking to, and snap out of it, and in the afternoon went to pick up smallest plugling and go for a walk in what is now known as "Deer Wood". We went deep into the undergrowth,got very muddy in the bogs and generally had a lovely relaxing time. We sat on a dead tree and mused about life, and I realised through the simple logic of an eleven year old, that life is far too precious to be wasting on the memories of a fool.
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