Bleak

Storm Bert hit the UK, but not so bad in the south east as other areas. This morning Dog and I managed a walk without getting wet, although by the time I had to take him to the groomers at 4pm it was hammering it down, and the wind is still fierce. 
A tearful day, and no idea why. 
All through B’s last few weeks, and the following few months I found writing my blip cathartic, as J is now. But 2 years on and I just think I sound moany and ‘same old stuff’. Often I can’t be bothered to write if it’s been a bad day. 
Between bouts of tears I’ve been productive, doing the ironing that’s been waiting weeks, some cleaning etc. But otherwise, just nothing. I’ve no idea what I’ll do when I’ve finished all 21 series of Greys Anatomy (I’ve been binge watching for a few months now and on series 18).
Hopefully better tomorrow, going out to lunch so will at least talk to people!