What is it about being post menopausal that turns me into a blubbering mess? I thought I was done with the emotional rollercoaster!
After a very early start (3am) and six and a half hours in the car, the Dean family arrived in Cornwall. I’ve been looking forward to this for weeks, dreaming about walking along the sand, splashing through the waves, and generally chilling out. I took one look into the distance, spotted the waves rolling into shore, and burst into silent tears.
What on Earth…? Since then, I’ve felt close to tears. This is not is normal state for me unless it’s the beginning of the return journey home. I wish I knew what was up? It’s confusing, annoying, and discombobulating! Gah!
I’m off to have a word with myself, and probably a gin.