I've been away the past week. We stayed with a number of different friends: some his, some mine, all now ours. On the journey back home, through torrential rain at times, we reflected on the valuable lesson we'd learnt - several times over: no matter how bad things have been, or how bad they get, there is someone else experiencing life in a more excruciating way. It's not fair. That's just the way it is.

There's no poem today, for two reasons. I decided last night that, whatever time I have left, I need to spend it on other pursuits. Writing poetry served me well while I was on my own and needing an outlet for my feelings, but things have changed. Also, I am now living in a goldfish bowl of sorts, and need privacy!

So, thank you to all of you who have read my blog from Day 1, and to those that joined me along the way.

All's well that ends?