Last night I went to the studio to drop off a kettle, radio/cd player and some other bits from John's flat. I've made two such trips there since John died.
Today I hand back the keys to John's flat and his car. Tomorrow I'll spend the day at the studio. I have so much half finished work – and so much of it now seems so associated with the period of John's illness. I wonder what it will feel like to pick up the pieces ….