So I thought coming to Wales, my place of sanctity, my true love, would really do me some good. Knowing how many happy memories I have here, it was a sure thing that I would feel relief and some relaxation.
But no! Not the case. Arriving here was fine, but no drive to go to my favourite places, just headed for the cemetery to pay my respects and lay flowers.
Then off to see Chris and Dyfrig, the friendly old couple who have given me so much comfort over the years. Plan just to drop a card in, say hi, and go. Obviously I had to exchange a few words, but a minute in and I was shaking, breathing hard and wanted out. Thankfully I had managed to say I wasn't staying by that time. Dyfrig saw I wasn't comfortable and helped me with my exit.
Wow that felt crappy, but I promised to return as soon as my head is better.
Now that was a real anticlimax.