Creeping doubts. Niggling thoughts. Evil chewing away at my foundations to make my emotions shaky. The double life of swings and roundabouts.
This time next week, I will be at one of the biggest flower shows ever, with my mum.
The weekend after, I shall be sailing a beautiful West Country trading ketch (weather permitting).
The sun is shining, pumpkins are growing, orchids are flowering, cacti are blooming...
Yet, I still find solace in quilted tissues to better soak the tears up with, fluffy PJs to warm the soul and chocolate to better digest the negative.
