Long story, but she is getting married in Sardinia on Friday. I'm not going (long story but I don't fly and dd starts school Tues, feel like hell but just can't do it)...
Anyway, sis has just arrived in Sardinia in agony and had to go to doctor who's diagnose IBS. Then she just texted to say her neighbour had phoned and her dear cat has been run over and killed . Feel SO awful for her, especially as I am part of the reason she feels so wretched about things (ie. me not going).