Back now

I'm back from the railway now and my stomach is all screwy, but I'm not sure if that's from barely eating anything this morning, the car journeys, the emotional stress or the slice of cheese that was in the sandwich that Marie made for me before she came to pick me up this morning.  It could be any or all of those things but I'm not planning on eating anything else this afternoon and I'm thinking it'll be ginger beer after ginger beer until my stomach has recovered from whatever has made me ill.

I've got someone interested in the caffetierre so I'm hoping that'll go before I head to bed tonight and then it'll just be the hallway mat left to get rid of then.

I managed to gulp back my emotions on the train so I'm proud of myself and I think Steve would have been too.  Onwards with my life as a young widow now I guess.