Good morning from an apricot and pink E Kent.
Had a rotten night with reflux which is why I’m so “late” posting.
The journey home was fine despite the delays on the Reading/Paddington leg, problems with overhead lines. Managed to do all my washing and a lot of thinking.
Contrary to the impression I gave yesterday, the retirement village is perfect, apart from the specific flats I visited. I’m sure the 2 bed ones would suit. It is a case of getting my head round the small space (thank you Urms) and biting the bill yet. Getting back to an empty house and the fact that I am SO FAR away from my offspring, brought it all home to me.
Meanwhile, one of my friends has had a leg amputated recently and her minute, narrow, listed little cottage full of steps and stairs and no downstairs loo, was deemed suitable for her. I have offered my own downstairs to her for convalescing, for a month or two. The occupational therapists have to inspect it before she is discharged into my tender care. She has a great number of friends who know her better, all tutted etc., but no one offered her any practical help. Am I a fool?
Today, I’m baking cakes and biscuits for an MS tea/fete, which Philip’s girlfriend works at.
May the wind be always at your back, May the sun shine upon your face. Carpe diem. ???❤️