I once had a dick head History teacher who did not take kindly to me. To be honest he hated me. The feeling was mutual.
He told me on numerous occasions to ‘take a chill pill’ (he also told me to take a maturity pill but we will ignore that).
Much as he was an arse hole his advice was not unsound.
I think Bob and I are too hard on ourselves a lot of the time. Putting a lot of pressure on to cope with everything we have going on.
For Christmas he gave me a day in bed and today (end of May!) I am claiming it!
After a heavy night out, I had an epic lie in that a teenager would be proud of. I got up to an empty house, had a shower, got some bits done with no one whining at my feet and I am now tackling the weeds in the garden, which I find extremely relaxing.
So, Mr History Teacher Wanker, consider the chill pill consumed. Today I am chilled and loving it.