My Aunt and sister think I am not trying hard enough.
Man about the house thinks I am doing too much.
The garden thinks it will fill any spare space with weeds.
The trousers think if I loose any more weight they will be binned.
The house spiders think they should get spinning and make up for the shortfall in their housing.
Carole next door thinks I look green.
Work doesn't know what to think of their pet lunatic going off sick.
The GP thinks she will run more tests.
Them at the pub think "wheelchair?".
The small piece of energy left thinks It would like to abandon ship and try to find its mates. Who surely are having more fun.
I think I am trying the best I can.
I think I have to remind myself that come what may I am a champagne cork and will bob up to gruel along another day finding at least one gem within.
And today it was finding a nasturtium seedling strong arming its way though the weeds.
Tomorrow I think I may find my roar.