Cannot lie I only ended up there because the £16 straight leg M&S joggers in size 10 were out of stock in M&S. I prefer to go second hand if I can any way.

Just saw someone seeking harness advice for their "very strong dog". They posted a picture. It looks like a miniature poodle. I appreciate I have different standards, as a 57 year old 58 kilos woman with MS managing my 35 kilo GWP. It's fine, everything's fine.

I detached myself from an outer circle kind of a friend after he put a post on social media about how he nearly hit a child because they "came out of nowhere". I have a belief that human beings do not come out of nowhere.

I had no idea! Thank you.

Other half and I have started replying to each other with "solid choice" as a result of far too much ChatGPT.

My first foray into vinted today. I try not to buy new but it's been mostly eBay until this bold move.

The dog kind of destroyed the joy of gardening (along with the garden). I'm choosing to focus on the front garden and a few herbs, and places the dog does not go. In good time I'm sure he'll stop being the landscape gardener he is.

My life has a lot of joy to be honest, I'm just taking it seriously. I'm happily back to my crochet project (watch this space), the dog is a bringer of joy, work is bringing me joy, this is filling in some gaps.

My #MSFriday musings are on joy. Remembering what used to bring me joy and doing something about it. On that note, I'm taking a gentle step back to growing things. Windowsill basil. Keeping it to something where success seems likely. Also poppy seeds for the bank next to my house.

That was my first thought. Like moving near a church and complaining about the bells or moving next to a haulage yard and complaining about the noise of lorries. They opted to live there.

Socially I'd not opt to spend time with him.

Same for other half so we reckon we're normal

See also having no answer to how was love expressed in your family.

I'm normal, right? If someone asks you what your happiest childhood memory was, it's fairly normal not to be able to think of a happy memory, yes?

After a decade of doing this particular routine task with no hiccups, my boss has just now asked to be copied in on the routine requests. Weird.

Turns out I get a lot of pleasure from mangling a metaphor. Told one of the bosses I'd rather that we stop people falling in the river and not find ourselves in a few months time letting them drown or pulling them out.

Because he had the lead trailing, the couple who he approached (at speed) did calmly and simply pick up his lead and walk him back to us. It was horrible, I felt so bad on so many counts.

He is friendly but he is big and who knows how their dog would have responded. It was awful seeing him run off, other half no longer holding the lead, me a little bit behind having no idea where our dog had gone, just that he'd gone. He's 14 months old, we're training recall but it's not there.

Reading a post from someone whose well behaved on lead dog was approached by a fast moving off lead dog and feeling the guilt. Ours got away (I wasn't the one holding the lead) yesterday and did just that, approached a distant dog at speed. It was bad.

The best way in fact to meet my internal need to people please is to stop trying and see if they are actually more pleased when I stop noticing, stop asking, stop bringing it up, stop trying to find out if I can help when clearly I cannot.

Also, I'm responsible only for my own happiness. If someone is consistently frustrated, irritated, upset, or whatever the word is, it needs to get to the point where they find it intolerable and they take action. It's not for me to act

I know, yes, a ten year old knows this already.

In a proper navel gazing session today I had a lightbulb moment around my people pleasing. People pleasing makes me happy but if I'm repeatedly putting the work in and it's not pleasing someone then I should stop. I've clearly misunderstood them and it's not helping me nor them.

The right decision.

Gasp. I didn't use my ebay balance to buy dog treats. I bought myself a pair of 8kg dumbbells which was a quiet celebration of me being ready for a next step. Commitment to me. I need to find something else to sell now.

Every time I sell a piece of clutter on eBay it makes me happy. Something leaves the house and I get an eBay balance for buying dog treats.

Small and white, clean and bright. I have put in a request for Seven Brides for Seven Brothers next.

I could sing along with next door's TV it's so loud. However, it is Sound of Music that's on so it's not all bad.

Things that are not rising this Easter include my sourdough hot cross loaf.

AI is like the colleague I've never had.

So the feeling of “I don’t know what to do next” is not because you’re behind — it’s because you’ve moved multiple big rocks to the edge of other people’s decisions.

Current level of tiny problem solving is figuring out why I'm letting myself get so stalled on taking things to a charity shop by a lack of bags. Having a stern talk to myself involving cardboard boxes.