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Dear Sarah,

 Something of a catch-up I think. I've seen the doctor a couple of times and the short story is I'm completely physically healthy (apart from what was always wrong - the gout and the allergic rhinitis+, well you know). My sore-ish throat was being caused by post nasal drip (the rhinitis) so I'm rinsing out my sinuses every day, just like you had me doing a while back, and it's helping a bit. I saw a lovely woman who took my blood for the follow up PSA (completely fine again) who recognised quickly and very empathetically that my main problem was not allowing that my grief is causing anxiety and  stress, and perhaps I ought to see someone about it. I will, but I haven't got round to arranging it yet. But just having that conversation with a professional has made a difference and I'm much more positive, about my health anyway.

This has led to renewed interest in getting the house under control and redecorated where appropriate, but this week at least has been dedicated to getting your Art Sale exhibition sorted for next week. It's going to be good I think, three have already sold and there's another £200+ in "your" fund as a result. Carrie and Michelle have been magnificent support in getting this off the ground.

So that's next week... The week after includes taking Ads and Charlotte to Wales to see Spiers and Boden at Ystradgynlais and belatedly celebrate Alison's 60th (there was drama with her sister on the actual day and she desperately wished she could talk to you about it but I think I stood in well enough).

Mimi's on her way over as we're going to Mark and Jane's party at Staggeringly Good. I think they're 60. Yes it must be that - it's a big birthday and they're not 50 (or 40 lol). I'm not looking forward to it, I don't like SG but I can't get out of it really, Jane has been a surprisingly good person to talk to.

Oh Bekky and Lisa (who have moved to Scotland remember) were back in Pompey this week so we had a nice dinner at Duncan Road on Thursday. There's more, but later.

Finally, I'm getting our wedding rings combined into one for me to wear going forward. A nice squared band as thick as the gold content will allow. It seemed the best idea for them rather than letting them sit in a drawer pointlessly, they're too battered to be worth anything other than their scrap value.

All my love, always

R

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