Bean-Sidhe

Whoomf! Hard knock against the front door with no-one behind it and no wind blowing. It was loud enough to make my husband exclaim. We did not answer of course, for right now I give myself every excuse to adhere to superstitions straight from the Old Country. No, no, away with you, Bean-Sidhe! Whoever you're here for, the door stays closed and they stay too. I don't care if you hit hard enough to shake the hinges, no. You're a bold beggar for even asking.

My mood was dull and very low yesterday.

I feel more vital today. Took off the dressing. Man, that is one hell of a bruise.
My mind won't settle to anything - I find it hard to read or watch TV, or concentrate at all - but I am lifting a little.

Bro and I spoke, after I sent him a message saying we didn't have to speak if he didn't want to, but to let me know if he's in trouble or ill. He instantly replied saying he would do so, and then talked to me about his arrangements for his partner's birthday party. There we left it; after all, I don't think he can bear to hear, and why give difficult news before it's needed?

Meanwhile I remember my dream; a rug with two little lumps under it. Throwing back the rug gently, I saw two mice, standing very still. One was a cute little thing, I took it to the French windows, opened them and put it outside. The other was large enough for me to wonder if it was a young rat, and it bared its teeth and made fierce faces, but still it didn't run. I caught it by the back of its neck, and held it so it couldn't move its head, cos it looked set to bite. I tried to put it outside in the same way as I had its companion, but because of its size, I was having problems holding it and pushing down the handle. I called to Mum to help (she was on a sofa) but somehow it came down to me to push down the handle, open the door and set it on its way.