that'll do nicely

I broke down at work today, thinking about my mum. I couldn’t stop crying although I was holding back because my boss was in the room. She died at the end of May but it’s only now the reality is sinking in. When we finished work I got the bus up town instead of walking home, I just didn’t have it in me. I went to the shops and bought a knife. Not my usual brand, they didn’t have those, but one that will suffice. It’s all I’ve been thinking about but I haven’t used it yet.