We’d sit down together with a bottle of wine and look back on the things we’d achieved over the week, and set some goals for the week ahead. Not big things. Manageable. I’d read it in a magazine somewhere, one of those “be your own life coach” type features, and though Simon always groaned about doing it, I thought it was very useful. It stopped us from drifting. So let’s do a stock-taking exercise now, a week after the funeral. 1. My husband drowned. The official view is drunken accident, but obviously they suspect suicide. 2. An inquest was called and then immediately adjourned (now you see it, now you don’t). Apparently, that’s normal in “cases like this.” 3. My husband turns out to have another wife. We’re still trying to find out if it was legal. On a beach, for goodness’ sake! 4. He has fathered a child with that woman. 5. He lived with this “other family”
