Thank you all 
Going to friends for dinner. I’d completely forgotten about it, made the date weeks ago and she messaged this morning saying when to get there. I can’t tell you how desperately I want to stay in my nightie all day, hide out on the sofa, eat cheese and distract myself with bad tv. It’s just too much fucking effort. Can’t cancel as she’s shopped and they’ve farmed the baby out for the night. Got to pretend I’m not drinking for some spurious reasons I haven’t come up with yet. DH is being positive, it’s what he does bless him, and keeps asking what he can do. Meanwhile I’m permanently on the verge of a panic attack and want to throw up.
The DSC are away so we’ve got a quiet home day tomorrow and I’ll revert to pjs/tv/hiding out.
Hour at a time. I can do that.