My late DH ran his own business and this morning I received a phone call from one of his suppliers asking if we would like to order from their new stock. I explained that the business had ceased trading as DH had died 8 years ago. When I hung up I immediately burst into tears!
I realise the company had no way of knowing - although not receiving an order for 8 years should have told them something - and they immediately apologised. What I can't understand is my reaction to that phone call - I am not particularly depressed and thought I had come to terms with his death - but obviously not completely.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.