DH and I always enjoyed a glass or two of wine at the weekend but after he died I couldn't face drinking alone. And then, one Friday evening, I opened a bottle, on my own, for the first time, feeling mighty guilty. 'Well' I said to myself, 'This is how it starts, and how it ends is on a park bench with my belongings in a carrier bag'. Five years on and I have a glass or two most weekend evenings, being very mindful of the need to stay upright and not fall up the stairs. So no park bench.....
Good Morning Friday 21st August 2026
Struggling with estrangement from 2 adult children and dont know where to go from here.



