So far, I've received 14 Christmas cards from old friends. The news contained therein : 2 have had stem cell treatment, 1 has had a kidney transplant, 1 has Parkinson's Dementia and is in a nursing home and 1 has brain cancer. I feel quite depressed and dread reading any more bad news. Then there was The One who always sends The Letter. They've just celebrated their 45th Anniversary, as would I, had DH lived. They celebrated on a cruise to New York. This too upset me - what could have been & the little green man perched on my shoulder until DD reminded me that their eldest DD was killed while on a gap year in Oz. On the upside, one has married again and another has just become a granny, so it isn't all doom & gloom.
I await the post with trepidation ....
Gooseberry crop has disappeared
AIBU To Be So Annoyed at the Stupidity of This
Father's Day Sunday — nobody makes cards for this type of dad



