Last week, I had a meltdown.
It was not a 'little cry' – though I have had several of those over the lockdowns – but a full-on ugly. I am embarrassed to confess it was a kneeling on my bedroom floor, wracking sobs and rolling tears situation that lasted a good indulgent hour. It may have been longer. Yes ma-am, I had a full-on pity party for one.
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