I've been talking to soop. She asked me to tell you what has been overwhelming her. It is the news that my eldest daughter has a brain tumour. This, just a year after my middle daughter had breast cancer, is a bit of a wham to the system, and the Soops – dear friends that they are – were finding the news emotionally devastating, as am I.
The surgery DD1 needs is scheduled to happen tomorrow or Friday. I hope to go down to middle England on Saturday and my son-outlaw's parents have said I can stay at their house for as long as I like, which I thoroughly appreciate. The thought of nights in hotels at such a time..... ugh.
This week I have managed to keep weepy episodes at bay by having more work to do, filling in for an absent colleague. She and the rest of my colleagues have been marvellous and there is something very stabilising about working with those suffering various degrees of dementia.
So now, I hope soop will feel free to return to the Kitchen. She has my permission to talk as much as she likes about the situation I'm in. Regards to you all.