I was supposed to be going to Birmingham this weekend for a comic convention.

But I can’t.

I was supposed to be treading water whilst looking after my disabled mother virtually alone this week.

But I won’t be.

I’m supposed to be looking to the future and staying positive.

But that’s impossible for me to do right now.

It will be a week of fretting, guilt, loneliness, and possibly some anger.

I could really do with a hug.