Why can't I function properly on holiday? Why does the end of a holiday become a massive panic of guilt and depression?

This is not just a psychological doodah, by the way, it's all totally justified by real phenomena like my ABSOLUTE CACK-HANDEDNESS. I have a ton of things which are behind and some which are OH MY GOD FLASHING LIGHTS EVERYBODY ( Read more... )

Mum and Dad took Flo to the vet today to be put down. She was 17 and still able to do mad dashes up and down the garden, but she had a tumour that was poisoning her and after god knows how much money's worth of vet stuff, she had a seizure and the vets said we have to put her down. She was not able to eat any more and would either starve to death ( Read more... )