It’s Valentine’s Day.
My daughter isn’t speaking to me.
I have just said goodbye to my grandsons (her children) for what might be the last time in a while.
And my DH (bless his cotton socks) has gone to the football in a town two hours away leaving me alone with only the dog for company until at least eight o’clock.
Please will someone tell me I have a right to be miserable, or am I supposed to invoke the wartime spirit and keep calm and carry on. I’m beginning to lose my grip on reality.