I need you more than ever.
I’m sorry, but this is just frustrating me today.
I think it’s partly to do with the fact that as I was putting my cup in the cupboard I stupidly knocked yours out. It didn’t smash, but it did chip and it upset me no end.
I know it’s just a cup, but it’s your cup. Your cup that you drank out of as we watched Countdown and Emmerdale. Your cup that you held and drank from and it broke my stupid heart to see even a chip in it.
To make it worse, our June arrived just after and saw that my eyes were red and swollen. Because it’s damned winter I could hardly say that it was the hay fever causing it., could I?
She tried at first to see why I was upset, but then marched into her old people’s home speech.
I don’t need a home. I don’t know how many bloody times I have to say it. This is my home.
The home I shared the many years with you and they will have to carry me out first!
I’m going to go, because I don’t want to rant at you, my love.
I’m sorry for cursing.
Please find the time to visit.