Day 160 – Grumpy in George for ASDA
A lovely lady bought me this dress from George in Asda. She is one of those women with impeccable taste in clothing who will walk into what is admittedly one of the most depressing supermarkets in the world and find the thing of beauty hidden away in the corner wrapped in a plastic bag.
Though it is a beautiful dress the fact of the matter is that I am in a foul mood today. The day got off to a fairly reasonable start, since I’ve been back on the duloxetine I am not so permanently sedated, and the continuing flow of tears has stopped for now so it is far easier to function. As a result instead of arising at ten past eight only to take an age to get ready eventually arriving to work nearly a little too late, sleepy eyed and bushy haired I wake naturally at ten to seven, make coffee read and leisurely get ready. 
This week I have even taken the time to brush my hair before leaving the house rather than while I walk, a skill of which I am nearly as proud of as my unrivalled ability to live in high heels.
Today though I woke a little late and I exited the wrong side of the bed, literally. My room is a bit of a mess and beside me was a laptop, too many coffee cups and approximately 160 dresses waiting to be ironed, sorted, sold and worn. I clambered out by crawling to the foot of the bed and going over the top. As I banged my knee in the process and stood on a stilleto it was not the best start.
The day went down hill rapido from there. The dress fit but the bra was too black, too big, too small etc. and in the end I had to go with a strapless which is just irritating for anyone who has more than half a handful as you might as well be wearing a vest. 
I bolstered myself for work as I knew I had some good stories to write and follow up but after sitting in an air conditioned car for an hour after taking every turn off the round about but the right one in a village with little over 10,000 residents I was ready to scream.
I tried road karma to soothe my soul but the useless idiot didn’t see me so I held up the A6 for no good reason and erased all good road karma by beeping at him, flashing my lights and telling him to move his ass forthwith.
All of these troubles paled in comparison as soon as I reached my destination, a woman who is to receive an MBE. I wont go into too many details, you cheeky sods can buy the paper come Thursday but this woman reminded me in some ways of Pricess Diana before she started to have that broken look about her. 
She was fresh, young, vibrant and friendly without being too forward or false. The award is for her work as a nurse in the military in Birmingham where she worked to treat injured soldiers returning from Afghanistan and Iraw. She had also done several tours of duty in both parts and in Bosnia and though I moan about my long distance relations at one point she had to spend six weeks away from her hubby with only a 20 minute phone call a week provided by the military.
When I left I was still in a bad mood but by the time I returned to the office I had melted a little and all of my troubles seemed just that little bit too silly to think upon.
- Today’s dress is a donation from Belinda Smears who has previously brought me some beautiful dresses for the project. his one she bought herself from George in Asda for the really rather reasonable price of eight English pounds.
