I had been invited out tonight by a friend to a nail party,(you know those stick on patterns you stick to your nails?)I do not have long nails because I nibble them,well actually these last 10 months I am nearly down to my knuckles,but my friend had said that it didn't matter,just come out and we will have a drink and a laugh and chat,so I begrudgingly went.It was fine.I saw a friend there that I hadn't seen for a couple of years.Until that is,about an hour into the party,she said she was really sorry to hear about Ian and how had I been.I chatted the normal,good days bad days malarkey,you know the stuff and then I told her about me and the boys and how we seem to take it in turns to have down days and recalled how I had woken my son up on his birthday and he had cried,with that I started to cry too!I apologised to my friend and mumbled that I bet she loved me for dragging down her party.Some of the others who I had never met before looked at me in shock and carried on looking and chatting about nails! When do these random outbursts end,I wonder,if they ever do.