My mentality is in a downward spiral. Back on the happy pills.
I decided to cheer myself up and did a little baking. The cake was great. The blondies...well I didn’t expect to have to put out a fire! The baking parchment caught fire. Gave me a scare.
Then had to call 111 as my sugars bottomed out at Lo. I was still with it and able to do all my bits but I felt so unwell. But I’ve been checked and I’m ok.
I think I should just do something normal like read a book or watch tv or something safe.
Baking days are like that sometimes, I am still getting to grips with my new cooker and when in london my mums new one too so fat I have made enough ruined cookies to retile my bathroom and a few tins of half cooked sludge. (transfer sludge to mugs microwave 45 seconds mug cakes!!)
Sit your self down queens cup of tea or small sherry and listen to someone like Johnny Mathis singing the twelfth of never,just relax my dear,things will get better I am sure.XXX