Several people have asked what I am finding stressful. All I can say really is that you have to reach your eighties and live alone to find out that even the smallest things can be stressful. Nothing is as it used to be. Living alone and not being particularly mobile for a start, living alone and not having anyone to share one's problems, however small and insignificant, with for another. Many years ago my sister, who was over twenty years older than me said that the thing she found most difficult upon widowhood was that for the first time she was not first in anyone's life - and now that I find myself in that position I would agree. Small problems need sharing (a trouble shared is a trouble halved they say) and one's nearest and dearest have their own families who naturally and obviously come first.
It just so happens that in the last fortnight I have lost a dear friend very suddenly, and also I have three or four problems which I am sure will resolve themselves but which have all come at once and do tend to be overwhelming. All these things tend to go round and round in one's head when sitting alone in the evening. Thank goodness for good friends, my son and daughter in law, and last but not least my good faithful doggy friend Tess.
I'll hopefully be back this evening with my usual blog post.