Friend called unexpectedly to see if I wanted to go browsing at the Range with her. I can't think of anything I'd rather not do on a busy Saturday.
Explained I'd not go but had a coffee and chat in the house for an hour. As she left she said she was sorry I'm not doing so well and hoped I might get our for a drive next week. Now I feel there's something wrong with me for enjoying just being at home.
Husband I think is looking for divorce after 50 years.
