Don't worry I'm not going to expound on the physical impossibility of time travel but let's face it, if it was possible someone would have come back and told us. The title was suggested because I've just watched the Time Traveller's Wife again (probably the third time) and last time I watched it with Jane. We both cried because we were both softies. Tonight I cried on my own - no change there then. It also made me think about how I'm talking to myself a lot more around the house, I resist talking to Jane because that's just silly, she's gone. It's OK to talk to myself in the house but I caught myself doing it in Tesco and attracting some strange looks. I think I'm going to have to wear ear phones and pretend I'm talking to someone on the phone. It works for other people so it might work for me.

And while I'm writing about coping strategies I realised today when we were out having a celebratory lunch for Dave and Graham's birthdays why I don't eat dinner at lunchtime - it's because making dinner in the evening takes time which shortens the time until I go to bed.

It's not all negative thinking and self pity - I'm starting to plan what I'm going to plant in the vegetable plot. Cardoons and Celeriac will be experimental and although they may not be most peoples first choice of vegetables it's always worth trying new things.