Somehow I had to turn from fantasiser to doer; I had to banish the clouds and find the blue sky. I edged across the sofa so that I was no longer sitting in my usual spot in the middle. The seat cushion was firmer, less sunken closer to the end. I could still watch the television, even if it meant a slightly angled view, but it wasn’t the end of the world.
Sometimes, sitting in a new spot is a really big deal.
