Right, so I've tracked down her solicitor! Don't know what the big secret was. The receptionist went and checked and it is definitely the one I guessed that's representing my wife. I left a letter with him. She'd phoned me again this morning; had I received an affidavit addressed to her, why would I? I thought unless of course she was lying about her residence. I got to thinking about how this might be to her advantage, but she's taking a risk with her post. After all she could have lied on the petition about her address, but had her mail redirected. Then again, that would be proof of her

Took my son out today for a coffee and tried to imagine me telling him that we are separating, not that I was going to do that just yet, but I was testing it out in my head.  And there I was once more plumetting down thet rollercoaster again.  That is just going to be so hard to do.

Cant quite believe that here we are coming to the end of the summer – kids go back to school (not mine), evening drawing in fast, winter draws on as my Grandmother used to say!

These last couple of months have crawled by, it seemed at the time, but now I look back and think where on earth did those months go, its like some sort of blur, such tricks time plays on us.  And bloody hell that’s one more summer I won’t ever have again and how I wasted it!  Bugger, bugger, bugger!  That’s French for oh deary me by the way.

My daughter has gone to Alton Towers for the day – she loves the big