Monday was bad.
Had a complication at work and the person ended up in a worse state after I treated him than before.
Another mountain of paperwork awaited silently judging my inefficiency but I didn't have the heart to deal with it after all that had happened.
Like a cat burglar or perhaps an assassin my migraine was creeping up on me - I could just see it out of the corner of my eye but felt helpless to stop its relentless advance.
It pounced as I drove home - nearly blinding me. Exquisite pain - if you were to sell it you would have stamped it 'export quality' and plumped the packet up with nitrogen. Such perfect unadulterated agony.
Somehow I crawled out of the car and went straight up to bed, catching her eye halfway up the stairs as she sat tucked up on the sofa with the kids draped across her legs.
I wanted her and then she was there and without a word she put my head in her lap and ran her fingers through my hair as I slipped in and out of a fitful sleep.
Hardly a best seller this mundane account of my ordinary life, but as my head eventually stopped trying to splinter and crack I remember thinking - to feel her love and her tenderness and the way she treats me like a wounded child, to feel this secure in someone's company - I would happily have an exploding head any day.
