I know everyone on this forum has real problems to deal with (so do I!) but please let me have just a little shower of tears, then I'll buck up.
It's a mild, sunny day today so DH (stroke survivor) decided to "have an hour in the garden". This usually means he grabs the loppers and proceeds to chop something down (aka "tidying up"). I didn't think there was much damage he could do today, as the tree men came last week and gave everything a good tidy up.
I went out just now to ask if he wants a cuppa and saw that a rose I've been nurturing for 10 years is now a 6-inch stump, with one valiant leaf hanging on. I know he can't help it (b****y brain damage) but I've wept all the same.
OK, folks, that's all I needed. Back to whatever kind of day we're all coping with...
How do you rebuild trust after it has been broken?
People who smell bad on the bus
How can *anybody* still see this man as any kind of statesman or world leader?


