Pip ran away – again! I think you were asleep – at least you didn’t emerge from your sick bed. Dad came in and told me and I hurled myself out of the bath. Had only just sent the OverAchiever out on her bike around the lake and posted on FB, when I heard panting at the front door. No, not a saucy gardener (sadly!) but one recalcitrant hound.
What is it about those heart-stopping moments when we think we’ve lost someone or something happens and you have that uneasy, sea-sick feeling that your world is shifting on tectonic plates…
Like when I was wheeled off to surgery with you after 11 hours of labour and I thought this could be it – maybe I’m gonna die!
When I got a call last week from a certain employer who I’ve been desperately courting and with my heart in my mouth I thought – this could be it, my life is about to change again…and then it didn’t 😦
And just lately my poor old Dad’s been critically ill in hospital and I’ve been thinking (or trying not to think) this could be it, the last time I speak to him.
I guess it’s called life, right?
Not to be on too much of a downer. It is the full moon, I am crook and somewhere on the pre-menstrual side of things and I did just miss out on the job of my dreams – boo hoo, poor me.
Anyway, just in case you were wondering, sometimes those heart-stopping moments are awesome! The this could be it, we’re going to kiss! The this could be it, I’m going to get published!
Okay, so there’s my sick-day philosophy. Wanna meet me for MasterChef in a while?