Sisters

Yesterday was a bad day, one of those migraine and frustration filled days when you feel as if you have got on that big roller coaster when you really meant to get on the Ghoster Coaster and now there is no way off and you really do think you might be sick. I wanted to be alone and even when I was alone it wasn't enough, did I have any real reason for this pit of misery? Not in the rational world, I felt as if anyone who came near me might be contaminated with my funk (and no it wasn't a disco 70's funk). Before I drag you down with me I have to say how I was saved. My sister. I've only got one sister and at times in our lives I am sure we have both felt that was one too many. Our march towards adulthood has done a lot to improve the quality of our relationship, in addition to having kids, and though it sounds funny being an ocean apart just means that I miss her all the time. Which, though sad because we aren't together enough, is a good thing because we never really get sick of each other!
The phone rang yesterday and it was Catherine and she was the best sister that she could have been to me, totally supportive and saying all the right things to bring me round. Sometimes all the planets just align themselves. To top it off she surprised me today with flowers, which also shows the miracle of how one big world can be quite small, from her little town to my little village over one big ocean. Maybe we aren't so different afterall.

xx