Checking in with an update re me - will read and reply tomorrow.
After spending the last 10 days mostly in bed, I think I am now on the road to recovery. I was in a lot of emotional pain, and so pretty depressed. BUT on the other hand, I did manage to have one bath (recorded in all its glory above), to go to the shops, to feed myself (just about, sometimes it was croissants and coffee cake and milky coffee), and to feed the cat and see to her litter tray.
Looking back on it, I think I went into survival mode to process my feelings, and I think I did a much better job than I used to, of looking after myself at the same time. The difference is that although the house is badly in need of a proper clean, I was able to let that go this time, so my head wasn't filled with the constant feeling that I should clean, on top of all the processing of emotion I was doing. Ah, the luxury of living alone (well, with DCat).