I think I am doing relatively OK, considering my husband chose to kill himself slowly with alcohol four years ago. I manage fairly well, I reckon, between being a single-parent to my daughter and a carer for my 90-year-old Mum. For the majority of time, I am fairly upbeat about life and on some days am known to sing as I do the chores around the house. A few days ago, however, I was having a bit of a rare low, depressing, lonely "woe is me, I hate being on my own" sort of evening with only the TV for company, when I glanced out of the window. It had been a bit of a grey-sky sort of day with lots of rain showers, but by 8pm, the grey has turned into wall-to-wall blue sky just before it got dark. Not a cloud in the sky. As I looked out at that moment, feeling a little sorry for myself, a solitary lone cloud drifted by. But look at the shape of it -
Here it is in close-up...
I don't know whether it was Greg trying to cheer me up or whether, more likely, it was just a vapour trail left by an aeroplane on its ascent from Heathrow. But it did make me feel much better. Strangely.