Hi all
Just wanted to share a bit of a story with you all, in the hope that it will raise a smile in the midst of all this desperation we feel.
I'm on the panic program here, and just working on the exsposure part. i suffer badly when going outside, so for the last few days i've been forcing myself to go for long walks on a 6 miles stretch of the canal (boats and ducks, swans and things) It's all been going great guns, and each time its been getting easier, and more enjoyable. I went and did the same thing yesterday afternoon. This time though things didnt quite turn out the same. i was walking through a part that as a big building site next to it. All of a sudden there was this almighty blast, the shock wave nearly knocked me off my feet. I felt dazed, took a look around me, only to see at the top of the hill, a police bomb squad desposal van, and a few police cars. They'd obviuosly dug up some ww2 bomb on the building site or something, and the police had come to make it safe.
Well, i sat on the bench, had a cigerette, looked up to the sky and chuckled to myself as i said "Why dont you like me god"... I thought it was funny in the end. i went for my walk and didnt panic once.
Arent i lucky (NOT)
LOL
Mudslinger uk
