Woke up this morning, was ok, sorting my clothes out, cleaning my teeth, my little Yorkies were lying in the bed watching me so I lay down and cuddled them, brain switched to “Wonder what John would be doing now?” Cried so hard and so loud I was physically sick in bed 😞 Feel really rubbish now. Dogs scared too, but they have sat by me till I’ve calmed down, bless them, meant to be doing a lot today, feel like I can do none of it now, and the days a write off. Hopefully in a bit I will feel better and can carry on, but for now I feel exhausted and very sad. Grief is so unpredictable.