Hello
Sorry about the headfits on Friday. And thank you for the support. I am concentrating now on thinking how far we have all come - a few more weeks can look more manageable when you think this all started last summer.
Lulu, the funeral is next Thursday. The widow (sad, sad word) and I have had a chat and I think I am going to sing The Lark In The Clear Air. The only sheet version music I can find is very 19C salon cheezy so I am doing my own arrangement, which is nice as it feels like making something which is a feeling I miss so much - I now realise. It is a form of building without having to get off my hurty arse!
Our landlord thinks he is going to put the rent up £50 pcm from April. He is totally having a turkish, as what we are paying now is already well over the odds in this market. I don't think he has any other places to let and I suspect he is not entirely in tune with the current harsh economic realities. Anyway all things being equal I would think, he can whistle for it - I can spend that money on a much nicer place. However this leaves me exposed to the possibility of having to move with a week old baby.
Also he doesn't know about the baby.
What crazy weather!