As you know Lisa, I now live alone too.

It's seven months today since I called the paramedics.

It will be seven months tomorrow that Alistair died. I really thought he would pull through, and so I was totally ill-prepared for life on my own.

I spent a week with family, after which my daughter said we'd go back to my place so I could pack up a few things and live with her and her husband.

That was never going to happen. I just explained that I had to learn to live my life alone.

Still, I can’t say I wasn't scared at first.

When you have shared a home with someone for the best part of your life with someone, someone who has taken care of all things technical, and you are challenged overnight to be a problem-solver, it's daunting, to say the least.

YouTube consequently became my resident maintenance adviser. I'm here to say I have enjoyed a 100% success rate. My house is still standing, the garden is a work in progress, and I'm finding myself in ways I would never have imagined.

Imagine what that does to a girl's confidence.

Living alone is certainly different. I have little conversations with myself, often telling my inner me that I can do anything I put my mind to. No negative thinking.

I'm now at the stage where I can take myself to a movie or the theatre without feeling like I stand out like a sore thumb.

If so much can happen in just seven months, imagine a few years in the future. It is what we make it.