...

In a few hours I enter a new decade in my life, but I can hardly believe what I did today!
OK, so I'm not coping particularly well with the sudden onset of the first heatwave of the season, particularly the humidity. Nor the itching from the plague of summer insects that love to torture and devour me a mouthful at a time from the toes up!
All day I'd been hopping into a red hot car which had been locked up in shadeless car parks and the amount of lifting and carrying I did today pushed me to my limits. Circumstances contrived to test my patience, culminating in my failing repeatedly to secure a lid on a pith cool box which kept popping off. So what did I do?
I chucked a tantrum – threw a wobbly - had a conniption!
Right there in our driveway! I can't even remember when I last indulged in that immature behaviour! Not since I was a young mother, at least...
Fortunately, Barry arrived home from work at that moment and – wise man – recognised the need for his involvement and action!
A couple of good house bricks did the trick...