When I used to work for myself the pressure was always on. It was often seven days a week for months on end. When we finally got a holiday I was usually totally useless for the first day or so. I felt like that today.
It's only been three weeks since Pauline broke her ankle but I hadn't missed a beat since then, looking after her, trying to keep the house in order and doing my other stuff as well. I started off like that yesterday and then Helen came home and said Back Off.
It was amazing. It was like letting air out of a balloon. I suddenly didn't know what to do with myself. When I woke this morning that same feeling was still with me and it took all morning for me to get a grip.
Eventually I pushed the hoover round, did some paperwork, made a very different stew for dinner and then sat and watched a Sandra Bullock film (Hope Floating) because she is my favourite actress. Then it was time to sleep so that tomorrow sees me back on track.
Our first outing was a walk along the lake and then up to the peak of Helvellyn. Here we learned to scree by jumping onto the loose rocks and digging heels in, leaning back on your ice pick and sliding down, stopping yourself by rolling onto your stomach and digging the pick in. It was adrenaline stuff - and it happened the day before three nurses died at the same spot.