Well today is the day of reckoning, or is that tomorrow, I guess it is but as I don't expect tomorrow to be one of any great length before they are gone, so I'm not really counting it as a day. Anyway we are now on our way to Edinburgh, I'm trying to take my mind off things by catching up on my entries although it's not really working as I'm having to write about that which I am trying to forget.
We have just stopped for a break at a place called Perth. When we pulled up Jan came and sat next to me and put her arm round me and said not to worry, things will work out for me. If anyone but her and George had said that to me I would have told them to beggar off. How can dying from a broken heart be consider as working out for someone?
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