I must have come across as really hassled and irritable at work. The petty daemons of chaos were against me. Everything seemed too difficult.
But then I went home and saw my new Landlord, and he agreed that the flat was in a bad state, and that he would improve quite a few things, and remove his old furniture, free of charge. Good! Things started looking up. I also learnt that his mother would die soon, the same way mine did, so this practical visit became oddly emotional.
Then, I got to talk to some good friends on the phone. One talked about all the things I wanted to talk with her about and never really got the chance. Yay! The other showed me understanding and approval, indirectly but clearly. Happy!
I went out with a big smile on my face and a warmth inside me, feeling able to do what I wanted to do. Now writing this in the Filmhouse bar, still with a wide smile on my face. Communication is good. Sorry about the vagueness, I wanted to keep this public.