Glorious day at Wimbledon..fabulous seats…bright sunshine and, although I’m sure you all thought that the spectator who had to be taken out because she collapsed, was me actually IT WASN’T me!
So while the rain clouds now stagnate above me doing their worst, with an occasional day of only light drizzle….I put out the laundry to dry on the line and come back to find it covered in a selection of bird droppings. When I returned from re-loading the machine, found similar bird defecation on kitchen wall by the French doors (is it a sign? a sign of what?) – I suspect it is “the sh** will keep coming” … and so it does…daily. I am haunted by the fact that the first I knew my marriage was over was when I was told a few weeks ago. Who is married to someone for 23 years and doesn’t say anything until he has reached the decision that it is over and the time for talking is over without me ever having joined the conversation? I hurt everywhere and at the moment just can’t believe that I can ever get past all this deceit. Thankfully I was given a sleeping pill last night and had my first full night’s sleep for a week.
I am supposed to go back to work this week, which I guess is a good thing but at the moment I am not sure I will be able to stop crying for long enough.
Then I try to find some travel insurance in the hope of having a week away…..Huh! Insurance there certainly is – worst quote £1912 – best (?) quote £989…This is for a one week trip only. Oncologists may well encourage you to get away and “carry on as normal” but think this is only going to happen if I go uninsured. How do people manage this? Wonder if maybe I can exclude the cancer? Trouble is that still leaves the spondylolisthesis and the diabetes..Hey ho…will keep on trying.
Holing up with Yorkshire’s ” ‘ow ‘do” to the Tour de France, then the womens tennis all accompanied by my itchy leprosy and so will get through another day…