An emotional rollercoaster

Yesterday was lovely.  We loaded two bookcases (discarded as I gradually turn my office into a sanctuary just for me) into the back of Ash's truck and headed over to Jake's collecting a lawn mower from mum's on the way.  The whole afternoon went off without incident.  We had lunch, went for a walk with the 5 year old, installed the book cases, mowed the lawn and generally relaxed and laughed just like old times.  Then we reloaded the truck with stuff Jake needed to be rid of (and Ash had said he would take to our local tip) and headed home. Got home, had a cup of tea in front of the fire and then Ash went outside returning a few minutes later looking puzzled.  What, he asked, were all those bags doing in the back of the truck?  where had they come from?  was someone collecting them?  and for a few minutes a wave of despair washed over me once again.  The despair didn't last I hasten to add but sometimes I just can't help it.  However despair doesn't help anyone and, as Jake said when I told him, 'take the rough with the smooth and remember we had a great afternoon'.

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