Almost eighteen months have gone by. I've no followers yet, quite rightly, because I've been adding nothing to this blog.
In the meantime my partner has died, something I of expected would happen, but of course his death has hit me very badly.
I say 'of course.'
I had thought - anticipated - I'd be able to cope.
Where do I go from now ?
I really think its too late to rebuild my life. I'm not asking for sympathy. But from now onwards its second, or third, or fourth, or fifth best.
The perceived wisdom is that - following bereavement - one should wait a year before making major decisions.
I don't feel like making any decisions at all.
Ever.
