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It is a lovely job, Pasta, but sometimes I think I don't want to do this all my life. My family think I'm a good enough cook to open my own restaurant, but that sort of thing is really hard going in the current economic climate... unless you have swish premises in, say, Chelsea where very few people have had to make cutbacks.
The ex is learning to live with his grief, but yesterday we were given a poignant reminder. He gave me his checkbook with all his banking numbers so that I could do his online banking for him, and she had written, "Dad's account" on the front. The writing was like that of 4-year-old. She died of a brain tumour, so her vision and co-ordination was affected.