Bloody well pouring with rain again - bastard weather. And one of my gutters is leaking - bastard gutters. It's not very motivating is it? However, I have finished tidying my bedroom and study (apart from one small shelf) - next stop the kitchen cupboards. I think I might be going slightly high - I don't usually have this type of energy, and I'm reluctant to go to bed in the evenings as there's always something more exciting to do.
I've discovered that one can print postage labels on the Royal Mail website - so I've wrapped and stamped three parcels and I can just give them to the postman rather than having to go to the Post Office. Much easier.
My thoughts are a bit fast and I'm listening to loud music - bad signs! I'll take some extra quetiapine tonight and see if that slows me down a bit. I'm having a birthday party at some stage so I need to be well. Or a bit high!
I spent 16 years in the RAF defending the Free World , then got bunged out unceremoniously for being bipolar. I and was subsequently diagnosed with PTSD. Funny old world, isn't it?