I’m 15 minutes in the door, it’s 9.20pm. I left the abode this morning at 7am. I had a social work meeting with my new boss, the CPN and the service user. I had to juggle the planner to accommodate.
I’m really frustrated mainly because this is off-topic, but I guess that’s the way my life is and perhaps always has been.
I need to sort out EXACTLY where the hell I’m going with my feeble attempts to challenge and endlessly getting nowhere. In fact I too often feel I’m talking to myself! How sad is that?