Now that I fully understand the need to rest and avoid stress, why does life continue to throw stressors my way? Nothing, no matter how simple, ever seems to go just as it should. Latest: we need our roof reshingled. Roofer arrived yesterday, set up scaffolding, and the men arrived who need to remove a solar panel from our roof. So far, so good. Except that wasps nests were found under the solar collector. And it was Friday afternoon. After repeated attempts we have finally got through to an exterminator who will hopefully deal with the wasps tomorrow. And then the solar panel will be removed on Monday and the roofer will start - but later than he had wanted or expected to, so he was naturally grumpy. The worst part was being alone at home yesterday and having to deal with all this. I found I was struggling not to burst into tears in front of these men who have no idea what is wrong with this little old woman... I do know that I am lucky. I only have PMR It could be so much worse. I have a house with a nice property, so many don't.