I ended up breaking down completely on Saturday. I have no idea how I kept it together when J got back with the kids. Oh and I missed out the part about how J's dad rang me and went on about how neither him or J's mum remembered their trip to Rotterdam (I mentioned finding a disc of photos when sorting the summerhouse) and then started going on about their expensive honeymoon to Egypt. J was livid when I told him. Probably not surprising that I ended up crying like a baby at bedtime, proper snotty sobbing. I've not cried like that in a long time.
