It started off okay. I actually ate some breakfast of egg on toast and was trying to whistle cheerfully for you.
At about one thirty I looked in the freezer and saw that I was out of milk, so grabbed my coat to drive to the shops. I was still feeling fine until I stepped out of the house.
I don’t even know how to explain it, love, because the sun was shining and Janet from up the road waved hello, but all of a sudden it felt like the world had sort of sped up and I hadn’t. I felt sick and couldn’t breathe. It was horrible and frightening, Mol! I just didn’t know what to do, so I rushed inside and ran to the kitchen tap and threw water on my face. But even that didn’t calm me.
I’m ashamed to say that the only thing that did was a glass or two of brandy and you know how I hate to drink in the afternoon, don’t you, love?
I took myself off to bed when I’d calmed down and eventually slept it off.
Now it’s eleven at night and I’m fully awake and worried that I’m too sick to get milk.
I so wish you were here with me, Mol. You’d know what to do and what it might be, from your days as receptionist for the hospital, wouldn’t you?
I miss you so much.
Are you missing me?
I suppose I’d better try and finish that jigsaw you bought me. You know, the one of the Norfolk Broads. We loved going there, didn’t we? You wearing the captain’s hat.
I love you Molly Kurbishly. Very much. And will always be your Bill.