There's an interesting website called Moodscope on which you can measure your moods every day. I have been doing it for 5 days, you get feedback from them - which is helpful - and you can share it with friends (no one I've asked so far has been that interested!). I started low - peaked on Easter Sunday - and have now declined (due to drinking! which does have something of a knock-on effect). On Easter Sunday I think I felt good because I felt reasonably in control, and had the happy anticipation of seeing my father and Coells and her newish boyfriend... I had also had some ideas about the next novel re-write - and felt much more perky about that...
I suspect my "guilt" score is going to get higher as the arts festival approaches (a guilt inducing email arrived this morning, which I did not reply to as I was "on holiday"). The site sends you feedback - I wonder if I know my "guilt" score is going to rise does that indicate I should not offer to do these things? I don't want to let other people down, but I also definitely don't want to get distracted from writing etc. There's also the question of the PR - I can't be arsed to do it - wonder if Sam would be up for it?
Today we went to Dungeness - Mark wanted to go there and we had a nice long drive enabling my father to see the Royal Military Canal and a bit of Romney Marsh - they all went up the lighthouse - except me. I dislike spiral stairs (vertigo coming down usually). I sat in the car, read, dozed, stared at the rainswept landscape, the nuclear power station standing in the misty near-distance and the small scale trains of the Romney Dymchurch and Hythe railway. We saw Derek Jarman's cottage... we went to a pub and decided not to eat there - it didn't look very thrilling and was a bit costly for what was on offer. Since I had the most fantastic 3 course meal a few weeks ago for the price of one portion of lamb shank (probably the cash & carry frozen ones) I thought it was better for us to do what the boys wanted: go to Dover and eat at the ludicrously cheap Chinese place Chapter Eight. So we did, then dashed into the museum and enjoyed the Bronze Age boat (still amazes me) and a nice exhibition of childhood in the past. After that we felt as though we'd had a full day's entertainment. I have to say that it rained all day and was very miserable: a great contrast with the baking days of last Easter.
I suspect my "guilt" score is going to get higher as the arts festival approaches (a guilt inducing email arrived this morning, which I did not reply to as I was "on holiday"). The site sends you feedback - I wonder if I know my "guilt" score is going to rise does that indicate I should not offer to do these things? I don't want to let other people down, but I also definitely don't want to get distracted from writing etc. There's also the question of the PR - I can't be arsed to do it - wonder if Sam would be up for it?
Today we went to Dungeness - Mark wanted to go there and we had a nice long drive enabling my father to see the Royal Military Canal and a bit of Romney Marsh - they all went up the lighthouse - except me. I dislike spiral stairs (vertigo coming down usually). I sat in the car, read, dozed, stared at the rainswept landscape, the nuclear power station standing in the misty near-distance and the small scale trains of the Romney Dymchurch and Hythe railway. We saw Derek Jarman's cottage... we went to a pub and decided not to eat there - it didn't look very thrilling and was a bit costly for what was on offer. Since I had the most fantastic 3 course meal a few weeks ago for the price of one portion of lamb shank (probably the cash & carry frozen ones) I thought it was better for us to do what the boys wanted: go to Dover and eat at the ludicrously cheap Chinese place Chapter Eight. So we did, then dashed into the museum and enjoyed the Bronze Age boat (still amazes me) and a nice exhibition of childhood in the past. After that we felt as though we'd had a full day's entertainment. I have to say that it rained all day and was very miserable: a great contrast with the baking days of last Easter.
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