I was going to write yesterday, but yesterday turned out to be one of my Really Bad days as a whole, so I decided it was best if I keep the journal shut. All it probably would have been would be spilled ink and splotchy writing. The world doesn't need to see that.
Yesterday was, of course, what would have been Fabian's and mine fourth anniversary. It was the second one that he's been gone for and much like last year... well, it really hits me that he isn't here.
But it was a little bit easier this year. I'm able to sit and look out and see the water from my land, and it helped me be at peace with things this year. It was a bit of an overcast day, but the wind was warm, and I just sat outside just before supper and everything just helped me to calm down from the wreck I had been earlier.
Moving to this house was one of the best decisions I have ever made, I think. It's really helped me cope.
It was sort of nice to have a break from training today, I won't lie. But I think we all deserved it, after this weekend's performance, don't you think? Again, well done, everyone! My job is certainly made a lot easier when most of the action is at the other end of the pitch.
I hope you're feeling better soon, Niamh. I've never had the experience of breaking a rib before (bruised, certainly, and that was bad enough), so I can't imagine what it was like. I hope you were allowed back into class today! I sent you some post this morning as well, though I'm not sure it arrived in time for breakfast. Oh well, you'll receive it tomorrow if nothing else.