V tired this morning.  Good weekend (see later posts) but stayed at Anne’s parents’ house and mattress killed me.  Woke up at 0400.  And, of course, it is the third anniversary of Mum’s death.  I’m OK but not exactly full of the joys of spring.  Spoke to Dad.  He is coping after what was, I think, a hard week for him.  Haven’t had a chance to speak to Sharon.  She has a lot on her plate, with trying to sell the house in order to pay off the debts incurred when Chris’s company went bankrupt.