Have just got in (before the thunder!!!) from an impromptu and much needed visit to the pics. Middle Son treated me and I rewarded him with telling him most of the shit.
There has been a lot of stress, I am hanging on by the very tippiest tip of my fingers (just like Kirk and Scotty). After the end of June I can breathe out - and rant if pushed.
I don't want to jeopardise The Kid's counselling by hijacking it with Mum and Dad crap, because it is for other purposes.
Middle Son is concerned for the future but I had to tell him about The FW jumping on the Depression Bandwagon and a whole lot more he didn't know about.
To quote Dory from Finding Nemo - "just keep swimmin', just keep swimmin'".
(If I was a clever blogger I would be adding a picture of Dory but I ain't).
Let's see what tomorrow brings........