Sunday felt like Spring. Yesterday felt like Autumn. Today we’re back in Winter. What a strange world we live in here in Suffolk. At least it was very bright today so we saw lots of sun, despite it being so cold. Beautiful, in its Wintry way.
My relationship status with my wife seems to change as often as the local weather. Friday evening was tense and quiet, but on Saturday we had a very pleasant day out. “I need to switch off and relax,“ spake Philippa, “If I sit at home I’ll just keep reaching for my notebook and trying to get work stuff to stick in my memory.” So we went for a bit of a drive, and we chatted on the way there, and we had a nice lunch when we got there, and we had a bit of a walk and then we left there and came home again. I won’t tell you where ‘there’ was as a man likes to have some secrets, even from his dedicated blog readers. It was nice though, and much needed after a couple of weeks of discomfort betwixt us.
Sunday night she was turning into a frightened schoolgirl again. Last night she came home looking like someone who had been overwhelmed by an onslaught of work and simultaneously uplifted by her ability to cope with it. I cooked her some tea and I ran her a bath and I felt I could do little else. Our existence is strange at the moment, but maybe that’s doing me good. It’s hard to take the person you live with for granted when their personality is changing hour by hour and you’re never really sure who you’ll be getting.
Tonight she has been visiting relatives and friends, so it’s been my calmest evening for a fortnight.
RC 30-1-18
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