I am happy to say that since my DH died I have at last come to terms with loneliness and learned that being alone need not equate to being lonely.
Yes Sundays can be hard, absolutely the worst day of the week when everybody else seems to be hosting family roast dinners (only they’re not) so I take evasive action and a friend, also widowed and I sometimes meet up for a pub or carvery Sunday lunch.
While I enjoy different activities (to distinguish the different days of the week!) I have also come to enjoy my own company, my dog, a book or film on tv - or even a solitary trip to the cinema on a Sunday afternoon.
There’s nothing to stop me going for a window shopping trip, out for a coffee and a cake or to a gallery if I feel the need of an outing and I am happy to go on my own.
My conclusion has been that you can’t alter the circumstances around you but you can adapt or alter how you react to them
Does anyone have this jumpsuit?


