Had a busy day at work today. As usual humbling experience watch families go through the hell of their child being seriously ill or injured. One poor Dad watched the car behind him carrying his own parents and his eldest daughter hit by another with a closing speed of 140mph + in his rear view mirror. Stuff like that is hard to contemplate. Fortunately we didn't let the grim reaper win today either.

Feeling kind of jaded with it all. A few people at work who haven't been around in a while came and asked about my wife. Had to tell them what happened all over again. I still sometimes have to pinch myself to believe this has all happened. Just like I'm in some surreal dream and I'll be going back home in a few days. They were full of the usual, "but you two were so close, so together, you always were every time we saw you." "I used to think we were close and together too", is my usual reply.

But at least STBX left me alone lately. And a couple of colleagues were offering to shove bowling balls where the sun doesn't shine in the OW on my behalf as I'm missing that work outing to be in Scotland.

It was great to have dinner with the mutual friend last night, she was on good form. I hadn't heard from her in a couple of weeks, but she always makes a point of saying what a pleasure it's been and what good company I am. She has a lot to answer for - she was probably the main reason I didn't actually slice my brachial arteries open in a fit of sorrow in the beginning! Turns out local indian takeaway is fantastic.

So bedtime in a minute, so I can go back for another hard day's graft tomorrow. Good job I actually love my work! I hope I don't lose that when I have to work with the OW on a more regular basis come August.


Alt is facebook JacT. Not sure how else to hook up without pasting my personal details all over a bulletin board that any tom, dick or harry could look at. Actually, I think all the true dicks in the world probably wouldn't come here as they're busy cheating on their spouses, but maybe the toms and harry's would!


Reality is that which, if you don't believe in it, doesn't go away.