Yesterday

I went to the pub earlier than normal at about 4pm. On the way I took some photos of plovers in the harbour. I'm not interested in wildlife, except for knowing what things are and what they do. I am fascinated by the way that the bird inhabitants change with the months.
My brother was on duty yesterday evening, and we had a chance to talk. I am glad that he understands exactly what I am going through, but it saddens me at the same time to know he also goes through it. Later on some of my friend from uni's family came by. I went outside to chat with his brother's partner and burst into tears. Very embarrassing indeed and not at all dignified. I made sure that I got completely pissed by closing time.