Almost poetically sad

There's sad and then there's beat-your-breast-whilst-reciting-Byron-sad.

OK, so I'm not *that* sad but I am pretty low.
I think if not for organising the wedding I'd collapse into a messy heap.

It's a mixture of things - it's been a stressful few months of wedding planning, feuds, Christmas and the busiest period of business we've ever had.

Yesterday was the first anniversary of losing the baby and kind of as expected, it wasn't an occasion full of joy and laughter. I'm not going to keep banging on about it. I'm not the first person to lose a baby or two and I won't be the last, but it has affected me. 

So this is just a head's up to say I'm still alive. I'm sleeping for 12 hours a day, I'm off my food and I have a washing up mountain on a par with the Alps, but I'll live. I'm on autopilot, merely existing, but it'll get better. It has to :)

When I return I should have lots of wedding related things to show you as there are 11 weeks to the wedding now and everything needs to be kicked into high gear.

Back soon.



  2. Thanks hon. I'll feel a LOT better when I'm not so frigging tired. x x x