1 Ghastly morning, I hit the worst depths yet. The phone rang. It was Janet. I greeted her, wondering who on earth was Janet. She was apologising for only just having read my email of a couple of months ago saying that Russell was dead, and commiserating. I finally worked out which Janet she was but was rather unnerved by the call and not at all in the mood for the morning’s paperwork, which was filling in the form to claim bereavement benefit. What a dispiriting term that is anyway. I found it very difficult to cope with it – it was straightforward, but it was what it represents. Anyway, it’s done.
2 A die has been cast and an offer accepted. I’ll tell you more another time. It’s the right thing to do, though I know some of you won’t agree with that. Which is why I’m keeping schtum for now. Should that have a double mm, I wonder?
3 Roses invited me through for pasta bake and we shared a bottle of wine. She has mice in her attic, so I’ve taken through a couple of mousetraps, baited with Nutella. She intends to make much of it in a blog post. I can hardly blame her.
4 I’ve mostly been doing laundry, though I have also hoovered the carpets. I’d got to the stage of using the emergency knickers and I couldn’t change the bedclothes because there were no more sheets.
5 Bex called in for a cup of tea this afternoon and I remembered, rather too late, that I hadn’t put the chooks away. So I went out to shut the door of the henhouse anyway – either they’re in or they’ve roosted in a tree and I’ll let those ones in tomorrow morning.