Work was a distraction from the date today.
Kimbers IM'd me to suggest we escape to the pub for lunch, and Faye invited me round for dinner ... I'm sure they didn't know what the date was ... even so, it was perfect timing.
Lunch was excellent company and good food ... all the more enjoyable because there is a balance there (in conversation) ... death no longer drowns out other subjects, banter and laughter. Kimberly was on good form (and in Grazia magazine - she is Front Row Fashion Show's Ambassador) ... and when we got back to the office, she tweeted me:
Thanks for a LOVELY lunch my dearest. Yum Yum. Nxt time can we talk about something other than ur dead husband? Its been a YEAR!
Being graced with the same sick sense of humour as my friend, I howled with laughter at my desk, even though everyone else appeared a bit freaked out - seriously, only the blackest fucked-up humour does it for me these days.
I wonder if she's had 5 million negative tweets back?
To attempt to stem the flow of threatening messages from overloading the servers, I sent her a tweet back:
LOL, yes I know I should be over it ;-) Love you hon, great company as always x
And so I thought I'd destroyed the monster for today. Nearly. But Faye found the chink in my armour ... she is very perceptive ... and has been a wonderful friend to me throughout the year, and knows that I have a thing about crying about it in front of other people now. She equally knows that it's something that I need to do sometimes though. And she lets me. No fuss. Just lets me get it out and reassures me at the same time. Clever that.
The 26th of January is almost over.
I'm going to see it out with a vodka and a jacuzzi ... he wouldn't expect anything less.