December started just as wet as November ended. The joint counselling session went well , indicating I may be at rock bottom depression-wise,which was no surprise to me but a shock to Lynne, who chose to take sole responsibility,for some unknown reason. Her solution is to allow space between us starting today as she is off to London again for a few days. I am fairly convinced she expects me to whither away, left to my own devices. But we shall see.