Awake and up all night

That's beautiful!

That's a good idea. Lots to look at this time of year xx

Perhaps the Miss Marple episodes present a situation which is a mystery, full of possible suspects and motives but you know that she will methodically seek out and unravel the evidence then, importantly, reach a conclusion. As you know this will happen, it can give you a nice warm mental feeling. I used to watch Columbo for similar reasons.  Ray x  

Hi Ray  This might help Ukiboy too, or maybe not!

My way of getting all the rubbish out of my head is by having a two-way conversation with myself. My moaning Minnie persona whines and gripes about all my woes, but is quickly snapped down by the tough, Rottweiler me and it works! I get it all out and feel much better, very quickly. I obviously feel really sorry for myself at times, but my carrying on upsets OH, and I don't want to do that, so that's my go-to method of choice. I often do it within earshot of OH, but as he's not on the receiving end he just seems bemused.

I've said on here before I'm a crackpot, and maybe a little crazed by what's happened to us, but arguing with myself is much better than ranting at him. I don't lose sleep by worrying about finances or world affairs, so that's a bonus. A music list I've made on-line is also great for sending myself to a nicer plane. Whatever gets you through part of the night I guess.

Have a lovely day, Ray xxx

How lovely is that to see!

Two way sounds a good way……I will try that next time my mind is whirring like an old 45!

How are you doing, Julie?

Hello Gill.  I live alone and do talk to myself in a similar way at times. It does help. I do fear that it may become a strong habit and I'll break out in a conversation with  myself at the supermarket. No doubt I'd be quickly bundled away in a straight-jacket if that happened, still screaming 'WHERE'S THE GARIBALDI?'  I'm sure they are already keeping an eye on me .  Ray xx

You've got a beautiful garden Kiddo, but where you live is a lovely little village.

We've been to Brighouse today for shopping and fish and chips. As soon as we say down to eat though, OH started to cry. I asked if it was because it reminded him of times before he became so ill, and he nodded. I gently reminded him that the last time we went he was seriously ill, although we didn't know how bad he was at that time. Back then, just ten days later, he was in hospital for three and a half months and so it all began. Eighteen months later we've come a long way, and I told him to focus on that, not on things that can't be reversed. He did seem better afterwards and has now gone up for a kip.

If you feel low hon, get out into your superb garden and relax, as the rain's supposed to return tomorrow. Yippee! xxx

Gill, very perceptive of you, and delicately handled. Brought a tear to my eye.  Love, Ray x