Walked to town but couldn’t achieve more than tortoise pace and almost slowed to a stop several times, at which points I kept starting to cry. Hollow laugh at thought of running. Bought ready made rice pudding and tiramisu pots because birthday then came home and burst into tears properly. In floods of tears. I feel like world’s worst wife, I can’t even act normal for ONE DAY for my husband’s birthday. What a waste of space
