Demons, Delays and a very special Dolphin
It's always night time when you start worrying about things, isn't it? When the senses take a break and the absence of light and sound leave a void for you to fill with nothing but thoughts. It tends to go either way doesn't it; it's either an admin session where your To Do list becomes front and centre, or it's a time for anxieties to win their fight for your attention. In the past I've talked about how writing this blog is therapeutic for me. It enables me to make sense of a lot of emotions, positive and negative. Lately there's been a bit of both, so it felt appropriate to write this post. Rory is suffering with a cold at the moment; we all are! We're Covid-negative, just bunged up and sniffly, and Rory has needed a bit of Calpol to help him sleep. Although he’s merely a little under the weather and is coming out the other side now, it's the first time he's been near what could be deemed as 'poorly' since last year. To coincide, this