I've had better nights.

When I suggested we go to the village bonfire and firework display I honestly did not think about how it would affect Mr M.

In hindsight being diagnosed with Combat Stress after a tour of duty in Afghanistan should have been enough for me to guess how he would react to the sounds of the fireworks - sounds very much like gun fire.

Why was I shocked when he hit the deck at the sound of the first one?
Why did I laugh when I looked round and realised what had happened?

Obviously, tonight was not one of my better ideas and Mr M certainly is far from cured!

Give me the strength.......

• To resist the daily urges to drive to the other side of town and beat Cruella with a large stick
• To support Mr M with his metal illness without getting frustrated with him
• To tackle the huge pile of ironing
• To start the Christmas shopping
• To resist *facebook* when I should be doing the ironing
• To blog more often

If the above are not possible, then please give me the strength to open another bottle of wine!!