Thanks for all your comments, I felt supported. And, Bianca, I didn’t mean that I wouldn’t write again, only that I couldn’t write any more that day.

I have been asked a Final Question. Except that, I know, it is not a Final Question – unless, perhaps I answer ‘no’ – and it is almost inconceivable that, following the reaction on Tuesday, the Final Question, which is merely a slightly different version of the question from Tuesday, should even be asked.

I have been advised that a simple yes or no is required. I have said that I would have to think about it.

All this has been done by email, of course, even though this has been done, in the main, in the next room from me, with a glass door in between us. It might as well be a continent.

The thing is that, I am pretty certain, he is frightened. Frightened of the situation in which he finds himself and knowing that much of the situation is of his own doing. At least, he should be ‘knowing’ that.

Of course, this time, the Final Question comes with a list of things that are being done – as my questions to him from the other night quite clearly pointed out that not enough had been done to sort the problem out. I think that is why the reaction was angry. This happens when I am right and he knows that I am right. Been there, seen that and bought the T-shirt.

So I am wracked with pain. To answer ‘yes’ is surely wrong but to answer ‘no’ is too. And so? There is no middle, no course by which we can both have what we want. And yet…….?

And then there are the questions of later. From both sides. Will he keep his word? I have heard, in the last few days ‘I would never do anything to hurt you’ but, even over the last four months (has it been that long? ……..Has it only been that long?) the hurt from actions done (whether wittingly or not) has been exceptional.

I was even told, at one stage, that I should change my point of view. Change it to what, exactly? I deal with facts, actions, etc. Of course, without all the facts, some conclusions may be in error but, surely, not all of them.

Now should be a good time. The weather improves, the dogs are OK, work, given this current time of crisis, is ‘safe’. I know that this will all pass but, right now, I wish it has already all passed!