Not a good Saturday in Motherland.
Every since my therapy sessions last Monday, I have been aware of my anger bubbling under the surface and occasionally bursting out.
And now I am seeing one of therapists again on Monday, it would be better to leave telling the story to her rather than splurge it here.
It's not that I foamed at the mouth, swore obscenely or threw crockery at her. Just a little mild snapping. But it was enough for my mother to get a headache and hot flushes. "It's not an emotional reaction," she explained. Like hell it isn't. "It's physical"
I remember sixty years of "Physical Reactions" and invading my space - and attempt, through gritted teeth, concilatory smiles
