Door

...shut.
Some of you may have realised that I believed I was moving back to Catalunya in two weeks time, and indeed the van was supposed to have loaded up all my stuff last Friday evening.
But Steve decided that he didn't want me back after all and phoned to tell me so on Friday morning... and a part of me cannot blame him at all for that, although his timing was awful.
We have both been terribly wounded, i.e. wounded each other in similar ways, and this seems to be the end.