Due to weather, we've decided not to go to Yorkshire for a few days to see db.
I am quite cool about it- que sera and all that.
It's not vitally important, we'll get there maybe after Xmas, I am faced with a runup to Christmas with nothing planned- but hey ho.
I can potter, dcs will meet up with friends, I will consume a bit of alcohol.
But dh has called me 3 times so far, asking how I'm feeling, am I ok about cancelling trip, am I keeping busy enough. I think he really expects me to be in floods of tears and gulping down the Prozac.
Actually I'm quite pleased I do not have pack.......