Woke up about 0600 with a sense of dread. Think that was just the mind playing tricks as the last time I went back to work after a few days off work was the day the boyfriend had his heart attack - and the first feeling of dread was associated with that.
At 0745 the phone went - another friend - and I thought that she was ringing to tell me that another friend who is now in a nursing home was dead so it was a relief when the first words from the other end were 'I wanted to share some good news with you' - turns out that the friend has just had a collection of music that they had made over the years accepted by the royal academy of music as a collection of special interest. Then she asked me about the boyfriend and I nearly burst into tears - though I think that was more to do with relief around the initial fear when I saw the number and thought friend had died.
Had morning text from the boyfriend and he sounds fine - and last night's email was very chatty about the MotoGP races yesterday. Guess there is a bit of me that feels sad about that as that was the last one that is going to be televised by the BBC ... so may need to subscribe to someone else in order to see them next year (gone to BT).
Anyway, time to drink my coffee and then think about heading to work.