At lunch with a girl friend. Usual moaning about trials and tribulations of life. Then she said: "You know your what your problem is - you've got RHS*."
Light dawned. She had diagnosed the root cause of all my symptoms. Being snappy. Feeling worn out. Gaining weight.
Better still, she came up with a solution. Never mind talking therapies, she said. Write it all down. And so I will.
*Retired Husband Syndrome.
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