I’ve been planning a secret few days away this week. I say secret because if everyone knows they will wonder why I’m not going with them or to visit them. I’m going to Blackpool. Mainly because it’s a place I feel ok in when I’m on my own. It’s not far from home and I can just chill. It’s only a couple of daysBut S would want to come (I’m going with him later in the year) and I keep avoiding days off with A ( I think she’d drive me mad) and I’m not ready to go to T, or C’s. This one is just for me. But the weather means everything. If it’s nice I always enjoy it. If it’s crap I just feel depressed and lonely. When the weather was sunny a few weeks ago I arranged it at work.
The weather forecast for this week?. CRAP!.