I'm laying in bed, all by myself, in a holiday cottage eating marmalade on thickly buttered, toasted tiger loaf. I have taken a week off life this week. I moved my last little fosterling on to adoption last week and, for the first time since I moved in with DH, I am alone. It's been a crappy year, one I never wish to repeat and I miss DH more every day but I am still standing and doing OK and, what's more so are the foster babies, they both have wonderful new families. Tomorrow I get to spend time with my wonderful DS, I don't see anywhere near enough of him. Next week, I will start all over again and soon I will have a new fostered one. But for tonight, I am going to lay in bed, eat toast and regret the crumbs in the morning!