When you read posts like Fran’s it puts things into some form of perspective and I feel bad for feeling bad. I start the day feeling fairly chipper and thanks to the glorious weather I am busy in the garden but as the day draws on I start spiralling downwards. I just want my DH back and to be able to go through this together which is quite ridiculous as he’s been dead for 8 years. I’ve never quite come to terms with being on my own, I hate it, but being confined, alone , 24/7 is not easy and there are thousands of us doing it and having to just get on with it. The thought of another 12 weeks and maybe another 12 is just too awful but so is the alternative ....