As soon as the sweet and smiley occupational therapist leaves, my husband, who looks weary and defeated, goes upstairs for a lie-down. I'm not sure she can help us but at least we are in the system now.
I open the patio doors and sit in the warm garden for a while with a cup of tea, till white clouds blanket the sun and then I go upstairs too and start the process of unwinding the block on my current account. Earlier I cried with frustration on the phone when the woman on the other end said I had used the wrong security numbers - which I've had for years - three times - and now I can't pay my M&S bill except by going into the bank.....and I have to wait for 3-5 days for new numbers to come in the post.
Not worth crying about really..... but sometimes the tears come in all the wrong places for the littlest things....so I just let them..... and then do the next thing on the list. Which right now is to go to bed....although I can hear my husband clearing his throat so I know he's not asleep....
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