I don't often speak about Paul apart from telling you he is off to the opera or ballet. However he has been my constant companion and my bestest friend. He has loved me through the best and worst of times. The last nearly 3 years have been so difficult for him. I think it must be so much harder to be the one watching cancer and kidney disease attack the person you love than being the one it is happening to. He is so patient with me. Our lives have managed to continue because he has been there keeping everything going. He has walked every step beside me and without him I am not sure I would have coped. He is my tower of quiet dependable strength. Even on the toughest of days he has made me laugh and held my hand so very tightly. I am the luckiest of girls to be loved by him.

Tidying didn't quite go as planned yesterday. I emptied shelves and my desk and placed it all onto the dining room table and began to put it back, sorting as I went. But I ran out of energy and most of it is still there! Clearly it is not all going to go back but where to put it ......... ho hum! I need an organiser!

Today some more tidying (- think it is going to take a few days) and a visit to the rheumatologist.