I have not felt moved to put pen to paper for a while, but a phrase has been tumbling around my mind, the comfort of strangers.
Whilst the support of kind friends has been wonderful, the comfort of strangers is an amazing thing. Unconditional, unjudgemental, and so welcome and enhancing.
Maybe that is what one needs, the interest and support of people who are not at all involved in the maelstrom of the break-up of a long, long relationship turned sour and bitter.
So - I will slowly unfurl and return to writing - because once the words begin to flow again, it is so therapeutic.
The senior daughter has returned to the US, and suddenly, the house is quiet, and tidy, and somehow, lifeless.
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