I did try and warn y'all that this would be a long drawn out saga of events.  I guess when you get emotionally involved with someone for x amount of time it is hard to sever the ties completely.  Long story short I discovered, via facebook, that yer woman's son was taken to hospital on Wednesday afternoon.  I work a 5 min drive away from the hospital.  So I left work at 4pm and decided to go see if there was anything she needed.  Being a single parent I guessed she hadn't got much of  a break from the day's events.  I ended up taking her home at 8pm to pack a bag for his overnight stay and not getting myself home until after 9.30pm.  All of which I did willingly and gladly on the basis that if I needed that sort of help I would hope someone would provide it for me.  We didn't discuss the last few weeks events in any detail. Kept it all very neutral and as I told another friend of mine I'm not about to forget everything and just go back to how it was before.  But it's a start.

Sat my 'exam' today as the final assignment in my current course.  Think it went well enough.  Tried to revise last night but was a bit delayed due to a 3 hour power cut.  Candlelight isn't very good for helping to see to scribble down notes. But it went a lot better than I thought it might.  Had a minor panic attack in the car driving up...my mind went totally blank!  And I'm certain people driving by must have thought I was mental as I was constantly repeating the key points for the question I had chosen.  Get a 3 week break before the next module begins. No rest for the wicked!

Oh, and I applied for a new job this week.  As much as I absolutely adore my current job I have to face the realities of being the temp.  In the last coupla weeks almost all the temporary staff have been let go as a quick and simple way to claw back money needed for the budget.  It's only a matter of time although I may get a reprieve since my other half ( I do a jobshare) is on maternity leave and nobody has been brought into cover her. So not only am I waiting for my marching orders I'm doing a full-time job in the 3 days that I am there. But I must admit, the other girls in the office have been great about everything.  They told me that as much as they'd like to keep me I have to look out for myself and if I can get a permanent post with the same hours then I should go for it.  I'm not certain I'll get it because I'm only back to work a few months after 4 years out but if I get to interview then it will be helpful to get feedback and see what I need to improve on (knowing me...everything!!).

Haven't had much time to brood about how I'm feeling lately.  Every so often I still feel the tears welling up over nothing mostly but I guess that's just part of living with depression.  Maybe this being kept busy thing aint the worst that could happen :)