I am in my kitchen crying and crying. I have just refused to meet a kitchen planner who came round to plan our kitchen. I have just screamed (and I mean screamed) at my son to tell his friends to go away. My husband is here but angry for me for being as I am. I am just crying and rocking and rocking and crying. I feel I want the whole world to go away but I also want someone to hold me and say everything is going to be all right.