We are away for a few days. In a beautiful cottage, in a beautiful part of the country. I decided to come away in response to my husband's constant refrain of "when can we see more of England?".
What a mistake. He is confused and doing awful things like peeing in the bath and on the floor, dropping food everywhere. I thought he would be pleased as he keeps on about seeing new things. It was a silly idea. Maybe we should just cut our losses and go home again.
But oh the immense, intense loneliness with no-one to share what we have done or seen, no one to talk to at the end of the day other than to say no we are not at home, we are here, and yes we will eat soon when I have worked out the oven.
I don't think I can cope with this again, me whose plan it was to travel when I finally retired. I've never felt so lonely in my life.
What a mistake. He is confused and doing awful things like peeing in the bath and on the floor, dropping food everywhere. I thought he would be pleased as he keeps on about seeing new things. It was a silly idea. Maybe we should just cut our losses and go home again.
But oh the immense, intense loneliness with no-one to share what we have done or seen, no one to talk to at the end of the day other than to say no we are not at home, we are here, and yes we will eat soon when I have worked out the oven.
I don't think I can cope with this again, me whose plan it was to travel when I finally retired. I've never felt so lonely in my life.