Well, it's 6.50 and I should be at Tretower Court right now, listening to a talk on the Welsh Halloween by Prof. Ronald Hutton. Clearly, as I am at my computer, I am NOT. I set off and got as far as Talgarth, only to find that the A479 route to Tretower through the Black Mountains was shut, and the diversion I would have to take was via Brecon. I would have been hopelessly late, so I turned round and went home. That's £15 down the drain . . . and I was really looking forward to it. Ah well, the ex-friend may well have been there, so I suppose at least I avoided that encounter.
As I was driving home, and it was getting dark, I was dreading the after-dark driving to and from the Fair I am doing next month (back in Carms). I have been feeling quite low today and tbh, starting to dread doing the Fair. This stems from sleeping badly and from being on my own. It has a knock-on effect on my confidence too. I persuade myself that I can't do things.
Yesterday I felt "off" and just wanted to sleep on the sofa, but no sooner had I begun to rest, I heard what I thought was a chainsaw close by. No, not a chainsaw, but the chap who does my garden come with the brush strimmer to sort out the long grass and young trees in the orchard and bottom triangle. After that, I had him tapping on the window and on the door, asking what needed doing and to come and check what he'd done. So much for resting. Last night, although Alfie woke me at 4 a.m. to be let out, I actually slept (fitfully in parts) for 11 hours. Not that it helped my positivity. I know that the upsetting text I had is still really weighing heavy on my mind. I hope the weekend's meeting will sort things out.
Right, time to see if I can find one of Prof. Hutton's witchy/fairy talks on Youtube by way of compensation. UPDATE: Crikey, that was a mistake. Got myself thoroughly spooked after he told of his experience with what may well have been the Irish Leannan Sidhe (bad fairy). Going up to bed with a torch, for fear there might be a power cut!
