Charles has dragged me away for the weekend – he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I hate that he has seen me in this state. I think we are in Surrey somewhere, but really have no idea at all.
The last few days have been a blur, cumulating with the funeral yesterday. I am trying to console myself with the thought that in other timelines/universes, Jane is alive and well.
Exhausted as I am, I must dress for dinner. Charles, that dear sweet man, has taken control of my medication and is allowing me a dose to help me get through the evening.