My head has not been ok since this weird massage treatment on Monday. That was an impulsive move, I know. Lesson not learned.
Yesterday was all hazy fog and more roaring than usual and today is headache day, plus it's close and damp outside, hot.
Funny (?) how I can vividly remember some headache episodes, like that one unseasonally hot Sunday with Mona insisting on a proper Sunday walk with grandchild and UH turning up out of the blue and so much showing off and many unresolved conflicts in the air and the sunlight unbearable and of course the constant remarks like this is what you do back in your country? Really, with children that age?
Or my good-bye lunch in paradise with the minister and the board members and someone from head offices who had come over from Mauritius and who kept on topping up the cheap white wine. I remember sitting through the speeches thinking, soon I must drive over the winding cliff road to pick S up from school. I laughed too much when I got the cheque because we all knew that my chances to change it into dollars or sterling were slim.