ID: BlueLady

Age: Forties

Occupation: Housewife

Oh my goodness, this is the hard part, isn't it? I mean how can you put it all in just a few words? My late husband used to tell me that I can't say anything in five words when I have fifty at my disposal. Well I guess that tells you one thing, I'm a widow. I think that really I'd like my Eric back, but you've got to move on, haven't you? Actually I wish Eric had moved on, because he was hit by a taxi on a pedestrian crossing. Oh you have to laugh at life, don't you, otherwise it gets too much. Still Eric was a lovely man, quiet, loyal and a good listener and that's rare in a man in my opinion. Now it's not the money I need, not that I'm well off, I don't want to attract that sort, but Eric's life insurance left enough to pay the bills. No I miss the company at night. I stay active, well you have to don't you, I help with Meals on Wheels and we have a residents association and we do a lot there, organizing trips and things. We went to Scarborough last month. Had a laugh, I can tell you. But when you get back, the house feels so empty. Now Kate, she's my sister, she said I should get a cat, but it's not the same, is it? Oh dear, now I've gone and run out of space and I haven't really said anything about myself, have I?