Addle - that reminds me, at my First Aid course last week we all had to say a little bit about who we were, where we worked etc. One chap piped up that he was an Undertaker; there was much guffawing about why exactly he needed the qualification, and wasn't it a bit late by the time he got to meet his clientele??
Urgh, MrsS - we cleared out DDad's larder when DSM first moved in. Plenty of stuff left over from when he was still married to DM, who had moved out 13 years earlier. It was the first time I'd seen foodstuff priced in shillings and pence.
BD - sorry to hear you are down in the dumps. So hard when DP is away. Can you allow yourself a little "treat"? A new lipstick? An afternoon out somewhere nice? A huge cream cake? Sounds trivial, but it might lift the spirits even a little bit?