The short break I have just been on started out fine. On the first day I had been for a walk to buy the shampoo I had forgotten to take with me, and then spent the evening dancing until no one was left on the floor.
The next morning I awoke with a gurgling tummy and cramping pains, this led to a bit of time on the loo. I could cope with that but boy did Parky step in, my medication must have gone through me which was an open invitation to him. He really took control, locked my neck, stopped me from dancing and was his usual pain in the bum.
I have been doing so well that it comes as quite a shock when he’s back. I was timing out before it was time for my next pill, that was four days ago and I’m still under his control. If he thinks that’s how it will remain he is so wrong he may have won a battle but the war isn’t over yet.