36 Tasha
I’m going stir-crazy. Returning to work just isn’t an option right now. The police have advised us not to read newspapers or watch TV. Sitting around and waiting is the closest thing to hell I can imagine. I’m spending most of the day on the phone, speaking to friends and family and keeping in touch with work colleagues. Even though they’ve all told me they’re there if I need them and to call any time, I’m starting to sense that they’re getting a bit bored of hearing the same stuff over and over again. But my brain can’t handle anything else right now.
I’ve got to face that other people’s lives are still going on. They’re still coming back from work to their kids, still sitting down in front of the TV, still carrying on with their normal everyday lives. That seems perverse, and
