Impossible

few days.

I caused an explosion on Tuesday night, all by myself yet we've been picking up the smoking debris and far-flung body parts together.
Now we sleep in separate rooms in the smoking husk of what used to be 'home', coming together at mealtimes to forage silently in the destroyed kitchen.

The weekend was going to be all about wildflowers and long country drives and mellow orange sunshine. Instead, we're attending crisis talks and neither of us is confident of a successful peace process or resolution.