We had an absolutely mammoth 'screaming at each other in the garden a la the neighbours from hell' row last night.
Then this morning we had a chat and realised that it's okay, we don't hate each other - it's just that we are under an enormous amount of stress.
B said "Well, at least things can't get any worse".
And then the phone rang and it was someone telling us that a very old friend had been found dead.
He was coming to visit us next month.
I have spent the morning trying to track down the phone number of my ex-partner, who I haven't spoken to since 2002, in order to pass the news on to him - they were flatmates for years.
Counting our blessings, whilst being in shock.