She loves me, she loves me not

A tough time with the lady this afternoon, culminated in her shouting outside the flat. Poor old Nate felt scared, which just doesn't feel OK... I saw her and she did actually apologise for her behaviour yesterday, but seemed extremely agitated today. One moment she loves me, the next not so much. There's a lot of chaos in her head. The women's shelter are now helping, such a relief. 
Poor Danny's not feeling good tonight, something flu like.

Today I'm grateful for;
1) Bumping into Ann in town and having a spare 20 mins to sit down for a coffee with her.
2) An incredibly touching message from Ed who used to be here in Ibiza.
3) Being gifted a jar of homemade mincemeat from Júlia!