A small 1.9 on the Richter Scale

Living in Leicestershire over twenty years ago, I was woken early one morning by an earthquake. For a brief second the bed dropped then resumed its place. I said to then hubby: that was an earthquake. How do you know, was his only comment. (Those small telling slights). He went off to the office. Later the lunchtime local news said it had been a 1.9. At dinner that evening HE TOLD ME there had been an earthquake in Leicestershire that morning. Then I could not begin to even recognise to myself the enormity of the implications of what he had said. Implications for our relationship.

Update on the Legal Sparrow's fight for what is right:
My MP's initial holding response indicates he is very interested in the discrepancy between what SC&H replied to him has happened and what I have written evidence of has happened. A phone call from SC&H Occupational Therapist yesterday was a small development that I have yet to make sense of. I do not yet know what it means. I feel a mighty underground surge, pushed by SC&H, that will leave me feeling disorientated. Its a Thursday, so I cannot blame the weekend's neuro-toxic drug for my confusion.

I can blame the stress of yesterday's very odd morning with home help number two, which led to the two of us fighting (metaphorically) to see who would be first; her to resign or me to sack her ! As my 'bump' said - she was very odd !

I don't blog about my 'bump' who was merely a bump 28 years ago, but will say that she is a rock solid resource; indepedent, feisty, intelligent, funny, beautiful; all a mother could wish, except she too struggles, in her case with M.E. for seventeen years.

I remind myself that I am my own rock, but undercurrents beyond my control will always have the potential to displace me.