Thanks Vrae and Kim

All is ok (mostly lol) now, and what you say is so true. The thing is, I KNOW he doesn't mean to hurt my feelings, but somehow it manages to feel like that. I suppose whn everything is hurting, your feelings are raw too, and it's just harder to control and rationalize your thoughts

As for the controlled state of panic.....Vrae, I hear you on that one sister!! This last month has been quite scary after two relatively benign months. I'd kind of forgotten what it could be like? Daft i know, but I thought the gains I'd made we're from my hard work with the physio etc and that I could keep them by sheer force of will. Turns out it was just the frickin WEATHER !!!! Hope you have a better day today x

Right, back to the stupidity

My dog and my two cats have each tried to kill me this morning, SAS style. One cat hunkered down on the top step of the stairs, by the big newel list, and I almost trod on him. The dog then snuck up behind me while I was making my breakfast (I swear she can tiptoe - from the sofa I can see part of the stairs, and sometimes I see her literally tiptoeing up them, so funny...) and deliberately dropped her ball in my path as I turned to the table. I might have cursed just a teensy bit at that point. Then finally the second cat (they'd had a crisis meeting at this point to discuss the failing mission) just jumped out at me from behind the sofa as I sat down, in a full frontal assault clearly designed to give me what old ladies used to call 'a turn' at the very least, if not a coronary. Little blighters. After I'd fed them as well!!

Thanks for the smiles you chaps are ace.

Bram.