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Rummaging quietly in bag,handing tube to Pretty

Rub a little of this on your temples. Trust me, it'll ease your headache pretty quickly.

Hands her another scone

I hear you re the home situation. Do you have friends you could stay with on the weekends maybe? Give you a bit of breathing space?
 
rubs a little of the ointment on her temples, sitting back in the chair again cradling her mug of tea

It's not getting away from my folks that's the problem. I mean, I like being around them, but the thing I actually miss about living on my own is living on my own.

My mum suffers from pretty severe manic depression, so it's difficult having to cope with that as well as generally being here. Lately her moods have been more bad than good and I find it kind of hard to deal with sometimes. When I'm having a shitty day myself I have to be extra upbeat to try and keep her from the dark, and it's hard sometimes.

Like this morning, we made milky coffees and sat in the sitting room having a chat. She started on about how I need to go to church (even though she doesn't go, not to mention I have no desire to do so), then it was a half hour rant about how anti social I am and how it isn't a surprise to her that I hardly have any friends. When she asked if I had heard anything from Boyfriend, I said I hadn't because he'd been busy all day yesterday but I was a little irked I hadn't even got one message.

The thing about my mother is, you can't even say one negative thing, because she jumps on it straight away. She just said I should let the whole relationship go.

Long distance is hard, but when you don't get much support from the home turf about it, it makes it harder. I mean, this weekend I've really been feeling the 3900 miles and 6 hours, I feel really far away from him, and when she says stuff like that it's hard to not want to just cocoon myself. But I have to, so she won't end up crying and wishing she was dead.

rubs temples

Ugh, I'm sorry for all the unloading. Tough morning.
 
Goes to stand behind Pretty, giving her a gentle shoulder massage while she talks

Everybody's got their something, my lovely, and some people have more somethings than they should.

While we unfortunately can't really do anything concrete, know that you've got friends here who will listen if you need to talk and offer advice if you seek it.... and possibly even if you don't seek it!

Kisses top of Pretty's head
 
Oh my god I'm so confused...

I just finished night shift. It feels like Sunday. But it's Monday. And it's been morning for two days...

falls asleep right here on the floor
 
Posts a small parcel containing a box of Cadbury Flakes through the mail flap in the door for Pretty with a small note attached: In case of emergency, wrap your mouth around one of these

:)
 
Posting another parcel through the letterbox containing a big box of flakemeal biscuits with another note - Melt the Flakes and spread them on these! Compromise?

;)
 
opens the door and pulls Essie inside, force-feeding her flakes and biscuits

Stop posting stuff through my letter box and come inside and help me eat them!!
 
Picking oat and chocolate flakes out of her hair after the food fight, finding a slightly bent Flake on the floor and holding it out

Hello. Would you like some chocolate? You'd be doing us both a favour...
 
tip toes in, pockets a relatively undamaged Flake, and sneaks out with a wide grin
 
Claps hands over Pretty's ears so she doesn't hear the chocolate discussion and go (fruit and) nuts....
 
Too late Essie dear. Although currently I've just sat down to watch Hannibal and eat olives and cheese because there is no. Chocolate. In. This. House.

But that picture Tess put up. Made my mouth water.
 
Water is good. Water is our friend.

Sees what's on TV, goes very pale. Hops on sofa with big blanket, iPod and lovely thick book to read - not like scary shows but enjoying company
 
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An old favourite - The Neverending Story by Michael Ende.

One of the first films I ever saw in the cinema!
 
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