I got my monkey all wet

I had some sad news earlier today which made me cry.
Not just rolling tears and gentle hiccuping....no no,
this was gut-wrenching, out loud sobbing until my ribs, my face, my throat hurt from it.

I hugged the only thing with a face that I had available, my stuffed toy monkey.
Harvey Banana.
(you've all met Harvey, in the Monkey Mayhem Christmas post, then in the moving box post)

By the time I'd calmed down, poor Harvey was quite damp.
He's sitting by the heater now, drying off while I stuff myself with comfort food.

I'm still feeling miserable and there isn't a single thing I can do to stop the unfolding of events that are happening.

A friend is dying.