Hi Col,
Can you believe the rate at which we're crashing through May? Baby Quayle is due any day now, (cousin's first baby,) Baba's Grandad's first anniversary was this week so I'm sure my cousin has lots of mixed emotions.
Interesting weekend, something usually happens to me, something fails like washing machine, car. I go into complete panic and stress mode, how much will it cost to fix? How will I cope without it? Everything turns out fine in the end but it takes me a good week or more to recover from the ordeal.
Last weekend, after my Sunday coffee, car had trouble starting but then revved into action. Friday morning, it happened again. Friday afternoon, phoned Dear Brother-in-law/AA Patrol; "Think battery may be starting to fail, can we test?" That evening, I head over with car to be tested and tell Jan, I'm sure it's not the battery and it'll be something mysterious and complicated and stressful and expensive. Fifteen minutes later, check is complete and I do indeed need a new battery. Saturday, and Dear BIL has left early for work to pick up my new battery, has completed his shift and is now home so I head over to have it fitted.
By virtue of a rapidly declining car battery, I luckily get to face time CJ and my adorable great niece as he phones home just before I leave. It's a few weeks since I've seen her and I can't believe that my heart actually aches for this tiny human who has no attachment to me and is yet to utter any derivative of my name, what can I say? I love her. The last time I saw her, her vocabulary consisted of; Dada, Mama, Nanna, Grandad and More. Now we have; Bubbles, Peas (please,) Woof, (doggie.) I love her so.
My doctor's appointment was this week, how quickly did that come around? (Being facetious, made the appointment six weeks ago to fit in with work.) I had a list but it was all what I would call non important stuff, for me anyway, like my Hay Fever, Raynaud's etc. Anyway, while I was there, my GP decided to check my blood pressure, it was high. I've just spent two years monitoring it, GP finally gave up and increased my meds, it was fine for six months and now... it's up. Disappointed isn't the word.
Anyway, the next day, I Google what can increase BP, and remember my GP gave me anti sickness meds so that I could take an anti inflammatory for my hip? Well an anti inflammatory can increase BP, so I'm really hoping that's the reason for the increase. Hip is still not great but is better than it was and I'm taking Turmeric too to reduce inflammation, so I'm going to stop with the anti inflammatory and see if my BP returns to normal, well, my normal.
I love you, hopefully back before June x
Sunday, 21 May 2017
Sunday, 14 May 2017
Clutter
I'd made a date with Bee to rock up at hers one Saturday morning to take a stab at de-cluttering and organising her garage. I arrived on time but as soon as she opened the door to me, she didn't look good, she's been suffering more than normal with her ears since January. Middle ear infection is starting to get under control but she hadn't had a good night.
I told her if she didn't feel up to it, it was fine, we could reschedule but she'd obviously geared herself up for it, had written on white rubbish bags with a black marker 'paper', 'rubbish', 'plastic' etc. so we jumped in for 95 minutes until the heavens opened and we had to scramble to get everything we'd taken out of the garage back in under cover.
This was probably pretty good timing, even though I was doing all the lifting and carrying, Bee still had to bend down and move around and with an ear infection, it's not the best is it? Anyway, she did well, she let go of more stuff than I expected, the items that I would have kept hold of over other stuff (like plastic plant pots) she wanted to get rid of, so I let her. I uncovered a Pifco hairdryer from the 60's... in it's box, a cylinder hoover from the 70's, Pomagne with 1974 on it and a bottle of white wine stamped 1986. Anyway, in an hour and a bit, we had a car full of rubbish to go to the tip, which is pretty good going. Rain stopped play but I'll go over again, my main aim is to get her organised, at the moment, she has a narrow pathway to just about get through sideways and I'm worried she may fall or bang into something.
The following weekend I call in for a coffee, weather is terrible so no sorting, and I casually ask if she's been to the tip yet with the rubbish from the clear out, fully expecting a 'no, not yet'. Instead, I get a 'yes' followed by; 'and on Tuesday I spent three hours in the garage sorting out....' It's a good job I was sitting down. Who is this person? She tells me in minute detail what she looked at, where it was and what she decided to do with it. Can't tell you how proud of her I was, and I told her so. Three hours sorting on her own is a huge achievement after more than a decade of procrastination. I feel like I flipped a little switch and gave her something resembling motivation.
I've promised more time, as much as it takes to get her organised. Hopefully the weather will pick up soon and even if it doesn't, I have a week off in June so we should be able to find at least one dry day to have another bash at it rather than hope for some weekend sunshine, or at least a day free of rain.
You know that I'm not a naturally tidy person but the more I sort and organise, the more I want to sort and organise, and I feel so much lighter. Never in a million years did I believe that I would be like this. It's taken a very long time but I'm getting there.
I told her if she didn't feel up to it, it was fine, we could reschedule but she'd obviously geared herself up for it, had written on white rubbish bags with a black marker 'paper', 'rubbish', 'plastic' etc. so we jumped in for 95 minutes until the heavens opened and we had to scramble to get everything we'd taken out of the garage back in under cover.
This was probably pretty good timing, even though I was doing all the lifting and carrying, Bee still had to bend down and move around and with an ear infection, it's not the best is it? Anyway, she did well, she let go of more stuff than I expected, the items that I would have kept hold of over other stuff (like plastic plant pots) she wanted to get rid of, so I let her. I uncovered a Pifco hairdryer from the 60's... in it's box, a cylinder hoover from the 70's, Pomagne with 1974 on it and a bottle of white wine stamped 1986. Anyway, in an hour and a bit, we had a car full of rubbish to go to the tip, which is pretty good going. Rain stopped play but I'll go over again, my main aim is to get her organised, at the moment, she has a narrow pathway to just about get through sideways and I'm worried she may fall or bang into something.
The following weekend I call in for a coffee, weather is terrible so no sorting, and I casually ask if she's been to the tip yet with the rubbish from the clear out, fully expecting a 'no, not yet'. Instead, I get a 'yes' followed by; 'and on Tuesday I spent three hours in the garage sorting out....' It's a good job I was sitting down. Who is this person? She tells me in minute detail what she looked at, where it was and what she decided to do with it. Can't tell you how proud of her I was, and I told her so. Three hours sorting on her own is a huge achievement after more than a decade of procrastination. I feel like I flipped a little switch and gave her something resembling motivation.
I've promised more time, as much as it takes to get her organised. Hopefully the weather will pick up soon and even if it doesn't, I have a week off in June so we should be able to find at least one dry day to have another bash at it rather than hope for some weekend sunshine, or at least a day free of rain.
You know that I'm not a naturally tidy person but the more I sort and organise, the more I want to sort and organise, and I feel so much lighter. Never in a million years did I believe that I would be like this. It's taken a very long time but I'm getting there.
Saturday, 13 May 2017
Better than Therapy
I've had a roller coaster week emotionally and it was mostly work induced. I've cried myself to sleep, I've fought back tears in work, I've felt hopeful in work - supported even, (that was for about twenty minutes.) After a brief but refreshing Thursday afternoon, I thought a quiet Friday would be plain sailing. I was wrong. Won't go into detail but suffice to say that I ended up with a pounding, relentless headache and a neck that felt I had a steel rod running up the back of it into my skull.
Three glasses of wine to go with three episodes of Grey's Anatomy later, (I know, I've given up wine,) a bucket full of tears and a box of tissues later, my head and neck felt worse but in a way, I felt a bit better. Ms Rhimes' Greys is better than therapy, sometimes you just need a good cry.
Didn't sleep well on Friday night, woke up with head still pounding (could be the wine, definitely made the right decision to give it up.) Saturday is cloudy and gloomy all day, such a shame after Friday's brilliant sunshine but at least it matches my mood.
Sunday and we're back to glorious sunshine. Head is better but not 100%, neck is painful but stuck the microwaved wheat wrap on it at 6.30 when I got up. Decided that I need to do something about my emotions. Don't get me wrong, emotions are good, sobbing through Grey's Anatomy is good, crying at the end of Long Lost Family is good. Crying over some of the comments on the Country Heat infomercial is not normal. Crying at the end of Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang is not good, crying at the end of The Spy Next Door surely isn't necessary. I'm still upset over something that happened a year ago which still nags at me. With all of this in mind, I have invested in a huge bottle of industrial strength Evening Primrose Oil. Please God, let this work.
Three glasses of wine to go with three episodes of Grey's Anatomy later, (I know, I've given up wine,) a bucket full of tears and a box of tissues later, my head and neck felt worse but in a way, I felt a bit better. Ms Rhimes' Greys is better than therapy, sometimes you just need a good cry.
Didn't sleep well on Friday night, woke up with head still pounding (could be the wine, definitely made the right decision to give it up.) Saturday is cloudy and gloomy all day, such a shame after Friday's brilliant sunshine but at least it matches my mood.
Sunday and we're back to glorious sunshine. Head is better but not 100%, neck is painful but stuck the microwaved wheat wrap on it at 6.30 when I got up. Decided that I need to do something about my emotions. Don't get me wrong, emotions are good, sobbing through Grey's Anatomy is good, crying at the end of Long Lost Family is good. Crying over some of the comments on the Country Heat infomercial is not normal. Crying at the end of Nanny McPhee and the Big Bang is not good, crying at the end of The Spy Next Door surely isn't necessary. I'm still upset over something that happened a year ago which still nags at me. With all of this in mind, I have invested in a huge bottle of industrial strength Evening Primrose Oil. Please God, let this work.
Saturday, 6 May 2017
Ten Minutes
Jan has been slowly coming to terms with losing Mol, every day, I try to make her laugh a little and she is responding but then I'll get a text in work from her to say a member of staff from the Vets has phoned her in tears to say how sorry they all are and then a member of staff from the hospital whose care Mol was under, phones to say that there wasn't a dry eye in the house when the news spread. It's all heart breaking, all lovely, all valid and a reflection of just how lovely Molly was. She was a good dog, she is loved and she's somewhere now happy and feeling like she's a puppy again, I'm sure of that. Ten days after we lose Mol, Jan's Lupus spikes, this is expected, she'll be OK soon though.
Work was tough this week. I don't know if it's the hip thing which is wearing me down but just three days left me exhausted this week. Still, it's payday so I booked in with Mand to get waxed and with Steph to get my hair cut. The last time I paid this amount of attention to my appearance was January. I wasn't really in the mood for either appointment this weekend, but thought they may make me feel better... more human, and they did.
I laughed through the whole beautification experience with Mand, despite the process. We have a lot in common and we have always understood each other. Steph is very young and is refreshingly simplistic with her view on life, she always makes me think and I love how she cuts my hair.
Last Christmas, part of Bee's present was several 'gift cheques' the kind you can download from a website, fill in the recipient's name, what you owe them and then add your signature. Part joke, part an offer of support, I gave Bee cheques for decluttering the garage, sorting out her wardrobe and clearing her loft. She says she wants to be organised and to declutter, but in the ten years since she retired, she has never attempted to do anything on this list. I totally understand her reluctance and when you're faced with a mountain to climb, it's hard to get started.
Despite my ten minutes or ten items mantra, I've failed to get my sister going on her own but she's finally agreed for me to spend an hour or two sorting out her garage.
Work was tough this week. I don't know if it's the hip thing which is wearing me down but just three days left me exhausted this week. Still, it's payday so I booked in with Mand to get waxed and with Steph to get my hair cut. The last time I paid this amount of attention to my appearance was January. I wasn't really in the mood for either appointment this weekend, but thought they may make me feel better... more human, and they did.
I laughed through the whole beautification experience with Mand, despite the process. We have a lot in common and we have always understood each other. Steph is very young and is refreshingly simplistic with her view on life, she always makes me think and I love how she cuts my hair.
Last Christmas, part of Bee's present was several 'gift cheques' the kind you can download from a website, fill in the recipient's name, what you owe them and then add your signature. Part joke, part an offer of support, I gave Bee cheques for decluttering the garage, sorting out her wardrobe and clearing her loft. She says she wants to be organised and to declutter, but in the ten years since she retired, she has never attempted to do anything on this list. I totally understand her reluctance and when you're faced with a mountain to climb, it's hard to get started.
Despite my ten minutes or ten items mantra, I've failed to get my sister going on her own but she's finally agreed for me to spend an hour or two sorting out her garage.
Sunday, 23 April 2017
Molly
Well, that was a week. Monday was lovely, it was a Bank Holiday so I got to have a repeat of a relaxed Sunday... coffee, reading. Weather was terrible but at least I wasn't in work.
Tuesday to Thursday I was in work. As usual, I'm juggling three sets of priorities so my brain is constantly in flight mode. But it was OK, I made it through with the consolation that I'd booked Friday off.
Thursday night, Jan phones me. You know that we speak most nights but this wasn't scheduled as it was a Grand baby Day. I immediately asked if she was OK and she wasn't. Her Springer Molly had collapsed and after immediately taking her to the vet, she was ringing to tell me that she was gone.
Molly was just so lovely. Molly, I proclaimed my God Dog upon her arrival thirteen years ago (having only one God Child to date.) She was such a calm and loving dog. When my sister's Lupus was active, she would be her pal and just lay or sit with her. She saw my sister through losing various loved ones and has just been there for her through a string of really, rubbish years quite frankly.
Jan's description of the sequence of events reminded me so much of my experience with a human loved one; collapse, unresponsive; dramatic journey to medics, the worst news. It reminded me of everything and my heart was full of emotion for her experience and for the loss of Mol. Animal or human, it's still a family member, a friend and the loss is felt deeply. Before I went to sleep on Friday night, I asked Mum to take care of Molly and told Molly, if she wasn't already with her, she should find Christopher's Nanna. I'm sure they're together though. Mum loved Mol and used to take her treats on every visit.
Friday I had a telephone consult with a physio re the hip thing. Long story short, I have either hip flexor damage or tendinopothy, either way, I need actual physio. I've been trying to do a little exercise again but it seems to be making matters worse.
So I was off work on Friday, I'd scheduled my new bathroom tile cleaning gadget to arrive plus I was awaiting a new, extra long foam roller from Amazon to really unbunch my spine. My bathroom gadget was scheduled for delivery between 8am and 8pm. I expected it to arrive at 7.55pm but just to be sure, I stuck a sticky note to the front door as I left home, just in case. I'd hit two supermarkets by 8.30am, I had an extremely quick coffee (and speed read) so that the day wasn't a complete dud and headed home. I was home before 10am and BOTH of my parcels had arrived and were in the place that I'd requested the expected one to be left. How lucky am I?
The rest of Friday was spent Spring cleaning my bathroom with my new gadget. The tiles look like new and I wish I'd heard about this thing a couple of years ago before I spent a fortune on various cleaning products and grout fixers. In the end, I used my gadget and white vinegar and hey presto... it looks like new.
Saturday and the sun is shining. Jan is starting to do better, she's still crying through our chat but she is improving. I had a terrible night's sleep but on the plus side, I'd accomplished three loads of washing by 7.30am. I had a lovely coffee and read for an hour at my usual haunt, did a little food shopping then headed home to continue with the Spring clean. As it was sunny, I decided to hang the washing out on the line which is when I noticed bluebells growing out of the lawn. How does that happen? Aren't they bulbs not roots? I get it when one plant I hate at the top of my front lawn ends up at the bottom with no intervention from me, but bulbs? Anyway, I dug them up and transplanted them somewhere where they will hopefully take to their relocation. I do love bluebells. So pretty.
Hip is really hurting today so no additional exercise for me, except for a few sit-ups. I've still managed to clock 11,000 steps just by going about my business and that makes me feel better.
Sun is shining, beautiful day. Love you x
Tuesday to Thursday I was in work. As usual, I'm juggling three sets of priorities so my brain is constantly in flight mode. But it was OK, I made it through with the consolation that I'd booked Friday off.
Thursday night, Jan phones me. You know that we speak most nights but this wasn't scheduled as it was a Grand baby Day. I immediately asked if she was OK and she wasn't. Her Springer Molly had collapsed and after immediately taking her to the vet, she was ringing to tell me that she was gone.
Molly was just so lovely. Molly, I proclaimed my God Dog upon her arrival thirteen years ago (having only one God Child to date.) She was such a calm and loving dog. When my sister's Lupus was active, she would be her pal and just lay or sit with her. She saw my sister through losing various loved ones and has just been there for her through a string of really, rubbish years quite frankly.
Jan's description of the sequence of events reminded me so much of my experience with a human loved one; collapse, unresponsive; dramatic journey to medics, the worst news. It reminded me of everything and my heart was full of emotion for her experience and for the loss of Mol. Animal or human, it's still a family member, a friend and the loss is felt deeply. Before I went to sleep on Friday night, I asked Mum to take care of Molly and told Molly, if she wasn't already with her, she should find Christopher's Nanna. I'm sure they're together though. Mum loved Mol and used to take her treats on every visit.
Friday I had a telephone consult with a physio re the hip thing. Long story short, I have either hip flexor damage or tendinopothy, either way, I need actual physio. I've been trying to do a little exercise again but it seems to be making matters worse.
So I was off work on Friday, I'd scheduled my new bathroom tile cleaning gadget to arrive plus I was awaiting a new, extra long foam roller from Amazon to really unbunch my spine. My bathroom gadget was scheduled for delivery between 8am and 8pm. I expected it to arrive at 7.55pm but just to be sure, I stuck a sticky note to the front door as I left home, just in case. I'd hit two supermarkets by 8.30am, I had an extremely quick coffee (and speed read) so that the day wasn't a complete dud and headed home. I was home before 10am and BOTH of my parcels had arrived and were in the place that I'd requested the expected one to be left. How lucky am I?
The rest of Friday was spent Spring cleaning my bathroom with my new gadget. The tiles look like new and I wish I'd heard about this thing a couple of years ago before I spent a fortune on various cleaning products and grout fixers. In the end, I used my gadget and white vinegar and hey presto... it looks like new.
Saturday and the sun is shining. Jan is starting to do better, she's still crying through our chat but she is improving. I had a terrible night's sleep but on the plus side, I'd accomplished three loads of washing by 7.30am. I had a lovely coffee and read for an hour at my usual haunt, did a little food shopping then headed home to continue with the Spring clean. As it was sunny, I decided to hang the washing out on the line which is when I noticed bluebells growing out of the lawn. How does that happen? Aren't they bulbs not roots? I get it when one plant I hate at the top of my front lawn ends up at the bottom with no intervention from me, but bulbs? Anyway, I dug them up and transplanted them somewhere where they will hopefully take to their relocation. I do love bluebells. So pretty.
Hip is really hurting today so no additional exercise for me, except for a few sit-ups. I've still managed to clock 11,000 steps just by going about my business and that makes me feel better.
Sun is shining, beautiful day. Love you x
Sunday, 16 April 2017
Easter
Finally got to see my Doctor, the hip thing is soft tissue damage. She's given me some anti-sickness medication so that I can take anti-inflammatory meds which should help and I need to speak to one of the physiotherapists for some rehabilitation exercises to help things along. I'm relieved it's nothing more serious, although we're up to thirteen weeks now so I'm really ready for it to be completely better so that I can get back to normal and stop taking so many painkillers.
Called in to see Bee yesterday, it was Good Friday and she had fish for me. Part of the conversation went like this;
Bee; Guess what's on this afternoon?
Me; Jesus of Nazareth, The Robe, Ben-Hur? (All are her favourites.)
Bee; Ben-Hur
Me; Is Jesus actually in that one?
Bee; Sort of, you see his shadow and you see his hand when he gives Ben-Hur water.
Me; Can you believe he's still alive?
Bee; Well he's not physically alive is he but he's...
Me; Not Jesus! I know he's not still alive!
Bee; Ohhhh
Me; And he's been married for about 80 years already!
I didn't even know where to begin with this. I'm nowhere near as deeply religious as my sister is but did she really think that I thought the actual Jesus was still alive... in his original form? Still, she's a keeper, she's always been a great big sister and it's too late to swap her now anyway.
Then of course, I later realised that in fact we both have some kind of Alzheimer's as I'd confused Ben-Hur with Spartacus and Ben-Hur is actually the amazing Charlton Heston and not the amazing centenarian Mr Kirk Douglas. I do the same with The Great Escape and Escape to Victory, whenever either of these classics comes up in conversation, I have to ask; motorbikes or football?
P.S...
P.S. I Love You was on TV this week, which only served to remind me of my perpetual disappointment that Hilary Swank was cast as Holly from my favourite book of it's time. I used to sit in Starbucks and openly weep as I read each chapter and then they made the film and no, I did not weep, did not laugh, did not emote anything. No offence intended to Ms Swank, but she just wasn't my Holly. What were they thinking I wonder?
Happy Easter Col x
Called in to see Bee yesterday, it was Good Friday and she had fish for me. Part of the conversation went like this;
Bee; Guess what's on this afternoon?
Me; Jesus of Nazareth, The Robe, Ben-Hur? (All are her favourites.)
Bee; Ben-Hur
Me; Is Jesus actually in that one?
Bee; Sort of, you see his shadow and you see his hand when he gives Ben-Hur water.
Me; Can you believe he's still alive?
Bee; Well he's not physically alive is he but he's...
Me; Not Jesus! I know he's not still alive!
Bee; Ohhhh
Me; And he's been married for about 80 years already!
I didn't even know where to begin with this. I'm nowhere near as deeply religious as my sister is but did she really think that I thought the actual Jesus was still alive... in his original form? Still, she's a keeper, she's always been a great big sister and it's too late to swap her now anyway.
Then of course, I later realised that in fact we both have some kind of Alzheimer's as I'd confused Ben-Hur with Spartacus and Ben-Hur is actually the amazing Charlton Heston and not the amazing centenarian Mr Kirk Douglas. I do the same with The Great Escape and Escape to Victory, whenever either of these classics comes up in conversation, I have to ask; motorbikes or football?
P.S...
P.S. I Love You was on TV this week, which only served to remind me of my perpetual disappointment that Hilary Swank was cast as Holly from my favourite book of it's time. I used to sit in Starbucks and openly weep as I read each chapter and then they made the film and no, I did not weep, did not laugh, did not emote anything. No offence intended to Ms Swank, but she just wasn't my Holly. What were they thinking I wonder?
Happy Easter Col x
Sunday, 9 April 2017
Finally Spring x
Col... it's Spring! Finally. Yesterday was the first sunny and warm day we've truly had and today is hot on its heels. My phone tells me it's 19 degrees, doesn't feel like it but I'll trust that it's true. We've had a beautiful blue sky all day, I have washing on the line and the back door is open to air out this place, it's lovely.
Hip/leg is still not OK but is improving... very slowly. I finally get to see my Doctor on Tuesday, I'm hoping she'll just tell me it's a sprain, of course I've been pencilling myself in for a hip replacement in the past few weeks (imagination running wild,) or at the very least a progression of Osteoarthritis but suffice to say, as soon as I can move without pain, I will be exercising again. It's made me realise that if you can move, then you should move. We need to look after ourselves.
This past week I've been getting itchy feet, I've been lusting after visiting you and also wondering about changing my job. I didn't think I would change again but a friend from two jobs ago sent me a text to let me know that jobs were coming up and it piqued my interest. Really got me thinking.
Anyway, had a rubbish few weeks, leg is making me miserable then we had Mother's Day and today is Mum's birthday, so you know what I'm like but I did get a white feather 'Hello' yesterday which was lovely to see, (I had the back door open while I gardened and was in and out, went back after a few minutes and the white feather was on the mat, inside, by the back door.)
Oh... major news... I've given up wine! Well, strictly speaking, I've given up drinking wine alone. I still like wine but I got to the point were I finally recognised that my body wasn't handling it very well, it was too easy to open a bottle of wine here and to finish it off and it literally felt like I was poisoning myself. In the past month, I've had a thimble full of Prosecco at my cousin's birthday afternoon tea and half a glass of rose one night at Bee's with a meal, (so don't think we can't have wine when I see you next!) I have a few G&T's at the weekend and that's me... done. I was practically teetotal before Mum died and it's taken me all this time to sort myself out, I probably could have funded several trips to you.
Next weekend is Easter so that will be a nice, long one. I plan on sleeping... a lot, and who knows, I may be able to start exercising again. Keep everything crossed. Love you x
Hip/leg is still not OK but is improving... very slowly. I finally get to see my Doctor on Tuesday, I'm hoping she'll just tell me it's a sprain, of course I've been pencilling myself in for a hip replacement in the past few weeks (imagination running wild,) or at the very least a progression of Osteoarthritis but suffice to say, as soon as I can move without pain, I will be exercising again. It's made me realise that if you can move, then you should move. We need to look after ourselves.
This past week I've been getting itchy feet, I've been lusting after visiting you and also wondering about changing my job. I didn't think I would change again but a friend from two jobs ago sent me a text to let me know that jobs were coming up and it piqued my interest. Really got me thinking.
Anyway, had a rubbish few weeks, leg is making me miserable then we had Mother's Day and today is Mum's birthday, so you know what I'm like but I did get a white feather 'Hello' yesterday which was lovely to see, (I had the back door open while I gardened and was in and out, went back after a few minutes and the white feather was on the mat, inside, by the back door.)
Oh... major news... I've given up wine! Well, strictly speaking, I've given up drinking wine alone. I still like wine but I got to the point were I finally recognised that my body wasn't handling it very well, it was too easy to open a bottle of wine here and to finish it off and it literally felt like I was poisoning myself. In the past month, I've had a thimble full of Prosecco at my cousin's birthday afternoon tea and half a glass of rose one night at Bee's with a meal, (so don't think we can't have wine when I see you next!) I have a few G&T's at the weekend and that's me... done. I was practically teetotal before Mum died and it's taken me all this time to sort myself out, I probably could have funded several trips to you.
Next weekend is Easter so that will be a nice, long one. I plan on sleeping... a lot, and who knows, I may be able to start exercising again. Keep everything crossed. Love you x
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