I've just been outside for a fag and the weather is turning very nasty indeed. The winds are now gale-force and the sea is rough, with large waves and a huge swell.
I got thinking. I've really got the hump about being let down, but I realize I'm starting to get much better at coping with such things. I felt like exploding when I found out, but I didn't. I was a picture of decorum. I'm not completely eaten up and frantic with it, as I would have been not so very long ago. I don't feel very nice inside, but I am in control. And I expect the feeling to pass in a comparatively short space of time, rather than the weeks or months it would have taken in the past. I hope I'm learning.
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