What a horrible morning. I woke up a little sad but went through the routine of getting ready for work. Then my mind played a new trick on me. I was in the kitchen making s cuppa, the sun started shining I let the dog into the garden and, for a second, everything was fine. Margaret was in the living room watching having a cuppa and toast and I was almost ready to set off to work. It felt great.
Of course the realisation that Margaret was not in the living room soon destroyed the illusion and left me sobbing uncontrollably. Staying off work wasn't an option as the first job I had to do was necessary to enable a lot of other people to do work. I went out to my van and sat in it crying my eyes out for a good 20 minutes before I could drive.
I did the job then went to the depot where I actually had quite a good day. I dropped off at Margarets grave on the way home and had a little weep, nothing like the cry I had in the morning, then went home and managed to keep myself quite busy with little jobs.
I've just come up for an early night and had another good sob but it's passed now. I'm ready for sleep
Hope everyone had s day a little better than yesterday. It's not guaranteed by any means but it does sometimes happen.