Horribly upset but ok now

Wed 21 August. My father has upset me. Big time. But I am gradually
feeling a bit better about it all. He has opposed me selling my flat
and told me he is too old; he can't be responsible for my mistakes any
more. What mistakes? Anyway, I hope he'll come round and I'll have a
father as well as a husband. At the moment it seems to be difficult to
have the two. I guess as he may be sad losing his little girl there is
also part of me that is sad at finally giving up my precious Daddy's
little girl status. I spent the whole of Monday evening crying my eyes
out about it, and the whole of yesterday in a traumatised dream-like
state. I was completely drained emotionally and on automatic pilot.
With my puffed up slits of eyes I walked into town straight into the
estate agents and put my flat on the market. That's it. Feel good and
scared and as if I've done the most terrible thing all at the same
time. Luckily the estate agent, who of course doesn't know about the
father saga, is being very nice and supportive as is my solicitor. Are
they only nice because I'm paying them? I'd like to think it was more
than that; that they thought I was a nice person to deal with, but I
guess I'll never know.

Andrea just took me to the Chelsea Physic Garden. It is such a lovely
place. Very calm. I could have just stayed there forever. Alas am now
back in boring office land, dreaming of medicinal plants that will heal
my every ill.

I must sneak out soon to get some keys cut for the estate agent.
They're not going to sell it if they can't get in, are they?