I always seem to be maudlin here. I’m not, at all, like this in reality. It’s just if i complain of anything publicly it’s like dialling 222 for the arrest team and I’m swamped with love and well meaning sympathy. Very often the thing that i would most like is somebody just telling me that they understand how difficult it must be. Saying it without tilting your head and staring me out. Willing me to cry. I’m just sad. That’s a normal reaction to the situation that I’m faced with. I can be as miserable as I want to here, without vultures, soothsayers, enablers and fixers. Tomorrow is always another day