I'm having terrible trouble letting Kate take control of my kitchen. I hate people doing things for me at the moment, as I don't feel I deserve it. Having said that, it is nice to be cooked for, and we're having fajitas for supper. I am a bit of a control freak - some would say a massive one - and allowing someone else to do the cooking is very hard. I suppose that's one of the reasons depression is so difficult to cope with - I'm out of control. It's a terrible thing for me - I feel at a loss and directionless, and as though I might explode. I'm managing to cope this evening, however, as Kate has taken over, and told me to put a sock in it. So I have. Bossy bugger.
The fajita mixture is cooking nicely, and the wraps are in the oven.
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?