Ugh what a horrible week.
But Tuesday was spent at work talking and thinking about death - our conversations were prompted by the suicide of a young girl who jumped from a nearby motorway bridge.
Yesterday we made arrangements to go to our colleague's dad's funeral - I think that his funeral is exactly a year after my dad's funeral and thinking about it has been bringing up some memories.
Then I came home to find a letter that brought back memories of the night my old love died.
Horrible, horrible, horrible.
Hoping for some sunshine and fun toward the end of this week.