Lynne

One day I will look like a Hollywood heroine when I cry, and not like a ribena berry. Today is not that day.

Yesterday I have mostly been bawling my eyes out. True, proper, honest to goodness blubbing. Bordering on hysteria at one point.

Why? You might well ask.

For the last couple of years or so we've had the most brilliant cleaning lady. Let's call her Jane. Jane has looked after our little cat when we've gone away, mowed the lawn when it looked a bit ...