I did not enjoy this day. Despair came nudging and illness and unhappiness and confusion.
I have a small girl in my life who is a comfort I could never have expected. She snuggles in with me and kisses me softly. And sorrows with me.
I have other girls : my own daughter who has cooked me a bolognaise. We have all aged in this time with our heartbreak.
O God. This is disgusting. I need to talk to Pete and Jenny. I need to check on my own reality. I want my son to come home and look after me but he has his own responsibilities.