Did I say that my neighbour had died? Her husband died as I was diagnosed with Bladder Cancer and we didn't really say much to her about my recent diagnosis, she found out later on. We've known her all the time we have lived here and it was actually quite sudden although she was getting a little worse and had visits by the local nurse. It must have been a few weeks back when the emergency vehicles were outside. She was a lovely lady and had a wonderful garden. I was talking to her son-in-law only a few weeks back and whilst we were keeping our eyes open for her, there wasn't any talk of major illness. Such a shame, a lovely lady.
Her funeral is this Thursday and I can't go I am in London.
Today was a bit flat, I suppose yesterday was a bit of a high but even so I felt quite bad and what with the clocks going back and the dark evenings it really does add to my oscillating in and out of good humour.
It's particularly bad at the moment though and I think it is because I still don't explain fully what is going on. Sure Mrs. F. is sympathetic but actually there isn't a great deal she can do about it. I'm just working on what I want to do still. I met someone on Saturday who may also have a lead for me, working in deepest darkest Kent but that's OK it is better than plodding in to London day to day.
I just hope that I can snap myself out of this pretty soon as I want to move on and I know I'm not doing so.
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