It’s 4.50 here, too early to get up, but I’m wide awake again,
Yes, dear Roses, the wee small hours certainly have a way of magnifying the loneliness and the worries. I’ve added you to my worry list as well.💐
cornergran I’ve been in awe of you catering for guests these past few days. I used to find it easy as I was cooking for a big family, but I find it too much now. I have a lovely friend who comes for two weeks every year but I made it clear she would have to make herself at home and help herself to food. She never stops eating and I just couldn’t keep up with her. I don’t eat a lot since DH died,
I’m fretting about my lovely son and his equally lovely partner who are off to live in Bulgaria, leaving on 31st and insisting on driving there in a very old car (DH’s old Golf). I am in a state about the journey, and how much I will miss them. I’m happy for them but sad that out of four offspring only one will still be in spitting distance.
This all seems so trivial I know, but I feel as though I’ve a huge ball of sadness in my chest which is going to burst if I let it.
I’ve got DD3’s little dog today so hope we can get out for a walk. He’s a feisty little thing with rather too much attitude for my liking but I love him anyway, though why anyone was daft enough to cross a Yorkie with a chihuahua I don’t understand!
It’s now 5am so too late to go back to sleep. I suppose I’d better have a cup of tea. I’m all on one floor now so the kitchen is only a few steps away. When DH was alive we had a fairly large house so he always set the Teasmade up every night so we didn’t have to go downstairs, bless him. I haven’t used it since he died. Sorry to ramble on. I hope you’re all sleeping soundly.😴😴