Woke up really early, thought I would sort out the coat/shoe cupboard. Nice idea. Ended up sitting on the floor clutching his coat crying. Just moved his coats upstairs, can't get rid of anything. I'm no nearer 'moving on' than I was when he died. This limbo is driving me mad, I want to sort myself out but in reality I can't even manage to sort a cupboard. Now I feel a wreck and it's only 9.30.
