I agree, Doodle - no one can have any idea of the bleakness and utter despair of being trapped in that vice of grief, knowing you can do nothing to get out.
My Easter weekend, like most, has been very quiet. I've been trying to find someone who can help me move to nearere my son. It looked hopeful for a while with the Sallies (my landlords) but it has all fallen through.
If I could see, I'd have no problems doing it for myself - but I can't.
We have a culture here of making sure people stay in their own homes as long as possible.
The idea (it's really a con to abdicate any responsibility to help) is that you remain independent but when "indepedenence" means living alone and at risk with only sporadic, temporary help - its a daily Russian Roulette situation.
Ha ha - got that off my chest !!
My son is arranging a belated birthday lunch for me in a fortnight. They sent away their table to be French polished and it unexpectedly took far longer than they anticipaged!!
I wouldn't have minded a comfy chair and sandwich 
I have not wanted to bother him with my anxieties but I think I shall be forced to do so as successive angencies let me down.
No, my ear has not stopped hurting and now the other has come out in sympathy! I've had antibiotics and its helped but only a little.
Its a lovely, sunny day here - mild and calm and full of birdsong, the opposite to your storms.
They, I know, are in the offing for us as Autumn creeps ever nearer.
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Utterly fascinating film on iplayer - Garden of 1000 bees
have you ever been mistaken for a race/ethnicity/ancestry that you are not?


