Morning everyone.
Yes, my cursor's returned thanks Yogin. I turned my laptop off which is my default when there's a technical issue; turn it off and start again
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No, nothing planned and that had me in tears last night. Our dearest friends are in Portsmouth and when we're home, the others are over an hour and a half's drive away which is why we only get together when we're at our lodge. They are also busy with her elderly parents, their AC and GC.
Two good friends where we now live are both abroad, and one of those was our vicar has moved a 2 hour drive away and of course we lost out beloved S and K is back at her parents until the New Year, if she sticks to her plan to come back after then.
One of Mr. S's sister's lives 2 hours away and is busy with her DD, s.i.l. and their 2 girls. One brother is also 2 hours away and we only hear from him intermittently. The other brother is nearly 3 hours away and tragically his other sister lives in Oxford and continues her 11 year battle with cancer
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DS will forget his dad's birthday as he always does so I suddenly burst into tears last night as we should be having a party, a proper celebration and it will be what it is 99% of the time, just the two of us.
Don't get me wrong, I know how blessed we are to have one another and be so much in love after 43 years of marriage, but something will happen, or as in this case not happen, and I think how precarious our happiness is.
I was last night reminded of my dependence on him when the most ridiculous thing happened. I left choir practice to find the road on my route home had been closed and there were no deviation signs. The only other route I know was also cut off due to a massive fire a couple of months ago, which meant the building had to be demolished.
So, I drove back to the church and 'phoned him so he could drive to where I was and I could then follow him home. We usually laugh about my complete lack of direction, but my sense of humour seems to have alluded me ATM. I mean we've lived here for 7 years and I had no idea how to get home
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Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by how horrible our lives have turned out and although he says he isn't bothered about his birthday, my heart is breaking for him.
When we had our villa in Florida, I bought him a little plaque which he kept in the bedroom which says 'If I could choose again I would still choose you'. When I woke up this morning, he placed it in my hand and gave me a hug.
Oh Yogin, you're probably wishing you hadn't asked but I'm glad you did as it enabled me to depress you all with my rant. I know 'this too will pass', it always does until the next time and if there's one thing apart from our love for one another that I know I can rely on, there will be a next time.