Maggie I don’t mind, stand by for the most boring post ever.
On waking I listen to the radio and have a cuppa and talk to my dogs. Get up at 9.00, breakfast, then morning prayer.
Go on line to find out what’s going on in the town, I can’t go
out to see or hear what’s going on. If my younger daughter’s
husband is working abroad she telephones me. I come on
GransNet. Check emails.
I have been working on family trees for 17 years, have done trees for several for other people. So do some work on that.
I don’t have to prepare meals because I am on liquid meal
replacements. I use to love gardening but the arthritis stopped
that, so I have an indoor garden, filled a corner of the living
room with indoor plants. Do crosswords,
Afternoon cross stitching, I use to love jigsaw puzzles but hands too twisted to do them know, listen to music or watch a
documentary I have recorded.
Evenings, cross stitching, making gifts for my granddaughters.
Watch programmes on BritBox, am watching the Inspector
Lynley series this week. Come on this thread several times a day.Reply to messages from Granddaughters. Bed after review of the papers, listen to an Audio book. Then prayers and settle
down to sleep after I have told my dogs what I have done during the day.
Very boring Maggie but I learned a long time ago not to dwell on the past. At times the past creeps up on me, when that young police officer was killed it brought back the memories when my husband was killed and brings thoughts of how if he had lived my grandchildren would have a grandfather and I would still have the man I loved with me, but I do not allow myself to dwell on this, I tell myself ‘stop,
that’s another country’.
And I am writing a sort of book for my grandchildren and any
great grandchildren to come about life in the Welsh mining valleys,gone before they were born.
When my husband died our daughters were 5 and 7, they filled
my life, they were part of him. When my beloved daughter died two and half years ago I didn’t want to go on, but she had
three children, I adore them and they are part of her.
Living in the past brings misery and much sadness, I thank God i had a husband who loved me and a daughter who loved
me. We cannot change the past but we mustn’t live there.
Since lockdown I do miss the weekly chat with the delivery chaps ?, Miss the ‘good morning gorgeous.