5 months since mission control passed and I have an array of coping mechanisms, breathing techniques etc
I know this is a tad weird but the other week I was tidying out Her bedside table, you know, when you sort things if different piles and then say eff it and grab the whole lot and chuck it all back in and close the draw.
I did however spray some of Her favourite perfume, Angel, on Her pillow.
That night I caught the scent waffting which brought a serene calmness.
Fast forward a few weeks and another low day, I squirted a cushion on the sofa with Angel as I sat down to watch a Clarkson’s farm repeat or two.
A knock at the door a lovely couple popped in to check how I was, which was very kind and endearing. Said Lady sits on sofa and after a while exclaimed in a deep meaningful, spiritual kind of way, " its as if Yvette is here”
So proud of the remarkable restraint I showed in not bursting out laughing.
Even in our darkest moments humour will appear