sunday morning reflection

After one of my angry outbursts, powerful feelings remain for a couple of days. First a sense of relief, as if a pressure valve has been released, allowing the system to run with renewed efficiency. Second, a feeling of regret that once again I have lost control over my emotions and in so doing have negatively affected people around me.

I have had explosions like this every 6-8 weeks for as long as I can remember. Of late one could have put it down to the loss of my son, and while that did not exactly help, the phenomenon far pre-dates that. You might say it is down to events in my early childhood when I was admitted to hospital with severe asthma and eczema and was bound to my cot-sides to prevent me scratching myself. Unfortunately that information may be interesting, but it is scarcely of any use to me now. All I can do is to continue to grapple with my little problem and endeavour to prevent other people being hurt in the shrapnel blast.

FOOTNOTE

My camera, having recovered itself for a couple of weeks, has now failed altogether. Now I have no option but to abandon it and get a new camera in time for my trip to the Holy Land. Hot contenders include the Canon G11 and the Canon Powershot S95. But I still feel bad that I am going to have to chuck away a camera I paid well over £300 for less than 2 years ago. Is this really how it goes these days with high-tech equipment or is it just me?