Feeling Ill

What a fantastic joy to be sick and alone. You have no support or anyone to tell you to stay at home and rest. It is a pian to have to get up and get yourself organised and noone to bring you in chicken soup. Yes I am moaning but when you are sitting home all weekend with no phone calls you start to feel crap. I know people have their own lives but mine is still here as well and there is a big part missing. It will get better and so will I. Enough moaning, time for chocolate medicine.

Guy Fawkes

Another difficult milestone I am about to attempt. Fireworks was an event we both shared and really enjoyed. It was Terry's job to get the fireworks and he used to go overboard. It was fun and childlike. It was a time to let loose and have pure fun. Now I am braving it on my own. I have friends to share it with but going on your own is never the same. There will be noone to hold my hand, give me a cuddle or reassure me. SO here I go again, alone again naturally!!!