My Jane and I were a great team. Although often impulsive, we always shared a common goal in what we were doing, whether it be booking a holiday, or planning a DIY project or renovations.
Out and about today, and took some cardboard to the recycling place. No big deal. But I hadn’t actually been there since My Jane died.
Although she never came with me to “the dump”, while driving back it hit me that I used to go there to get rid of packaging from some delivery or other. Something we’d chosen as a team.
But today it was packaging from a coffee table I’d chosen and bought. On my own.
I’m now a team of one.
