I've just spent an age reading all your posts and getting muddled. I hope Mr I's op went well and Mr S is still recovering. And, Jan, I really hope your DD gets over her dose of Covid BDQ so they can sort her out too. And don't forget to emphasise that your hip gives way sometimes Grammaretto, even if it doesn't! And Doodle dear, the others are right. Relish the tears, they are a sign that you loved and are loved. How lucky we have been. It doesn't stop the physical missing, or the ache, but strangely, it seems to help. (Kira still looks at his chair when she comes in the room and sits and stares there. I hope he approves of her. It's strange, but that's the room where I feel his presence too.)
I've just had a busy weekend as DD1 and family arrived on Saturday evening for a couple of nights and only left late yesterday evening. I've got used to having a tidy house where things stay where they're put and don't get buried by random clothes. It was wonderful! While they were here they put a load of paintings into the attic and did a few other jobs I find difficult. Best Beloved liked auctions and collected paintings in particular, so I've thinned them out and rearranged a bit. I had intended to put the ones I'm not so keen on back into an art auction but have to admit I was pleased when the auction chap said the market is terrible just now and to stack them in the attic for better times. So I have. I know I shall have to look to move into a bungalow at some time, but getting rid of Stuff is hard. Everything has a memory attached. And each memory has to be taken out and dusted off. I'm not sure I'm ready to dispose of them yet.
I've been up since just after five this morning. It was still dark. By six, proper time, it was getting light. I hate the change in the hour. Being in the far east of England we get light earlier - and dark earlier too. I run on BST. And so does Kira whose nose stirred me into getting up. At least we're in sync!