It's a beautiful day and we set off for the pub to retrieve the specs we left on Thursday. Hubby is not up to Sunday lunch as his mouth is still sore, this is taking a long time to heal from chemo ten days ago. We meander home but have to stop and stretch our legs as my estimate of fifty miles turns out to be 72! Good job I wasn't planning a hike! . The sky is blue and white fluffy clouds scud across the sky, a good day to be alive. Two minutes from home and the news mentions smoking related problems, Suddenly the peace is shattered as hubby accuses me of winding him up by pointing this story out, this is so difficult, it's like walking on egg shells. For the first time in months we are not talking to each other.