<a href="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/flowersTimWidmay16.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-3351" src="http://pigyard.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/flowersTimWidmay16-225x300.jpg" alt="flowers+Tim&amp;Wid(may16)" width="225" height="300" /></a>Where would I be without the help of my friends. A bunch of flowers adds something to the house and it was lovely when Tim and Marion visited with flowers in hand. We went into Lincoln for a wander round. They haven't been to the city for a number of years so I gave them a general tour. Morning coffee in Carluccio's where coffee and a Danish pastry is only £2. Lunch was at <a href="http://www.thecollectionmuseum.com/" target="_blank">The Collection</a> where we sat in the window and the sun streamed through. I felt sufficiently relaxed with them to unburden which these days means tears and they weren't at all embarrassed by a show of my emotion in public.
I'm going through a very weepy period and it's all the more upsetting because I thought I was learning to cope better. I'm really conflicted between keeping Jane alive by: not changing anything; thinking about her; talking and writing about her but also need to get on with my life. At the moment surviving seems quite straightforward but do I really want a life without her?
And finally on a lighter note my recent gardening experience has taught me one thing - weeds are resistant to being pulled out of the ground; they often sting and they grow everywhere and anywhere. Flowers have an innate tendency to die regardless of how much you nurture them.