I saw a dead rat on the pavement tonight. Right in the middle of the pavement. No obvious cause of death. A well-fed little urchin with a shiny fur coat.
I was on my way to my counsellor, and feeling pretty sorry for myself since I had the most exhausting day and keep crying for no reason.
Well, it made me realise.
There’s always someone who’s had a worse day than me.
RIP, fatso. RIP.
I’ve gone back and read your last few posts – been a while since I’ve lurked in this neck of the woods and yours was something I wanted to catch up on.
I’m sorry you appear to be having such a tough time at the moment but I hope April is already offering more pleasantries than March was. Xxxx
Ah, perspective.