Me and my shadow

...walking home from the open market with my beloved six wheeled shopping trolley.
We send a birthday card to the Titch for his 17th birthday via his dad.
He must have received it, because he sent a message to S thanking him for the present.
After a few days the card was returned empty because.....
I feel ashamed to admit that Cicuta, as I call her, managed to penetrate my mental, self protection filter and upset me quite badly.
In a few days time Titch we be taking part in a concert at Santa Cecilia. It is the only way I can see and hear him so I have to go but I  will have to go alone and I'm not quite sure I can handle it without cracking up.