And the downside is hitting me today, with the result that I can’t write in much of a positive vein. There were positives – several in fact, Dilly and the children called in, which was a delight; the last of the logs from the fallen oak bough have been stacked; I turned out the porch again and also did some cooking – but it’s all overriden by another matter which is governor-related and confidential. I’m leaving it altogether until tomorrow, because my rule is that Friday evening until Sunday late afternoon is a time we all deserve to have off.
All the same, I felt down enough that I sat on the kitchen floor and howled. Ben did his best, he came and comforted me and generally did the best that a loyal dog can do – it’s not his fault that he’s not Huckleberry or Chester or even Tilly – he’ll get there. So will I.