This is my third attempt at writing and entitling a blog post. The first was mournful and self-pitying, the second peevish and defensive, laying blame on others for problems originating squarely with me.
In our house we have a phrase, “squid-juicing”. Squids, as you no doubt know, emit clouds of inky stuff when they feel threatened (at least, I think they do; I don’t think I made that up . . .). Some people pull a very similar trick. When they feel guilty or low or out of their depth – even, sometimes, just bored – they start emitting evil negative stuff – sarky remarks, grumbling, complaining, criticising: none of it justified, just squid-juicing. I do that. Today I’m on that trip. Again. Hush, Ember. Read a book or something. Spare human society your company. Tiptoe away.
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Florist’s scissors. Casualties of the flower rota débacle. More related items to follow over the next few days.