Your poor, poor friend, Scaredycat. Your love will count, but how heart wrenching to see it and feel it. Nice to think your DS is up here enjoying it too. Can you drive now?
I actually dress like I always have - comfy bright casual, occasionally venturing into a skirt or gulp, a dress. Sketchers on my feet. Nothing tight except when I venture into tights and it holds my tum in a bit ….how do you dress?
I’m a sort of T shirt shape, *Sweetpeasue at 5’5” broad shoulders, neater lower down, but hips aren’t as slim as they were and it’s an effort to keep bits in shape. Well, you can’t have it all at 75…well done to getting to the book group. And DH having an angina free day. Well, the car is his new proud possession! Not my idea of enjoyment…
Sorry to hear about your aunt, I hope she is sorted soon. We are fortunate to be free of such things.
It’s so difficult Doodle as being heavier makes hips and knees tougher to manage but tired as well xx. I’m sorry they are “bracing” months. And this good weather is a mixed bag, memories of what you used to do etc. I get that much lesser of course re the good times with Ex, the fun and love there was at first.
But yes, please try to do that exercise. Choose that nice glass of wine over cakes if you can. I’m glad you are still going to the hospice, and yes, I can remember exactly your posts from that time. X. So, glad you got that walk in.
Yes, go for it, the 14-16. II used to be an 8-10 for years. Its what I buy atm because of my swollen tum which is so hard to work on exercise wise as it has 3 operation tram lines down the front as well as drugs acting against proper digestion and the erm…exit system. Sorry the earache kept you awake - what a lovely photo! I was wondering what my DGC had chosen for the day, but they are older than her.
The Chimneymen WhatsApp’d me first thing and they came round for the inspection. Up on a ladder, and inside my attic. They had to cut a hole in the wall of the inner room to get the the eaves. Messy, to be cleaned tomorrow. Basically - good bit, no rotten timbers, bad thing, really I should dhave the whole roof done, no way, so one day of repairs, OK except for the £££!!!. And I cannot avoid a plasterer to chip off the damp plaster , then it will be left to dry out, then replastered. I dont think that will take too long, but messy.
When the men were here like all last summer I had to re-adopt my Strong Managing Yorkshire Lass persona I do like to keep on top of exactly what they are doing and why and the process, polite and warm and interested, you get respect that way, but its very tiring.
Then I went to the Botanical Gardens as the sun was out. And it was lovely, lots of smiles in the sun.
But I’ve taken a risk. Today was the monthly “spiritual support group” of our Quakers which unfortunately has D, the woman who told me I wasnt assulted, in. Where we share out vulnerable feelings. I skipped the last one because of her.
I was going just to cop out and make an excuse, but instead decided to say the truth and wrote that due the the assault but worse the lies of what had happened, the fall to of the inventions, not being believed, AND someone telling me it didn’t happen. And that someone was of course D. And I got back 3 kind supportive messages that very much believed me (and not a word from D, who has quite a lot of power in our group).
And it’s a risk, but I don’t care. IN the past, I’ve let a bully bloke push me out of a job with a lie that I was cheating on money and nasty male bullying generally because I had got the team leaders job over all the blokes:
(eventually after he had bullied more women he was sacked but too late for me)
…my first “boyfriend” at uni slept with me aged 19 he was 28 then told me suddenly he was off abroad the next day and had a women there, I was assaulted before and my then boss told me (1980’s) to keep quiet:
In 2001 my work was damaged at art college because as piece of work was about women and men, and someone damaged my work badly, and the male course leader didnt act even tho he knew who it was,
I’ve had enough of NOT sticking up for myself. I know people have had worse on this thread but I needed to do this. Imagine if I had let the man who assulted me get totally away with it and had to face him every week doing his oh so charming bit and that no one had believed me?