I’m not panicking! Well… not much! I fell asleep last night before I got to Traitors so I decided to try again and watch it in bed. Sadly, I fell asleep again! But I did catch up with it during the night at some point.
That led to a nice late wake up this morning. And flexing. And brekkie. And I eventually did the shower and leave the bed bit.
It was a grey, greasy, damp, grey day. And not very warm either.
H and I walked at Hampstead Norreys along the old railway line, after a quick trip to Vicars. I’ve never seen Vicars like it before. Cars parked all the way up the approach lane, dotted amongst the trees. People exiting clutching cardboard boxes, probably containing turkeys and their innards. I picked up some cheese to take to Val’s on the 27th.
The old railway line was far from busy which is unusual. Often, there are cyclists and walkers enjoying the unmuddy surface. That was the main reason for being there. Apart from H needing a walk. And walk she did. And so did I.
And then I popped into Hilliers. ( Garden Centre) That was a little disappointing because the shelves were a bit empty unless I wanted to buy yet another fake tree. Or more half-price baubles. Or some welly boots or a few thousand garden plants.
I resisted the temptation to have a coffee and cake and went home to find T back in bed. But the evidence was there to see -the mischief he had been up to. Reorganising some Christmas items, that I had left carefully placed as reminders, on the kitchen table. Puzzling me? was the absence of a selection box of chocolate-free sweets which I was intending to split amongst the grandchildren. True to his obnoxious form, he had removed it from the gift pile and broken into it.
This despicably irritating action – well it made me cross- yes. No point in taking it up with him because he will just deny having done it. And then will retreat into the usual abusive language. Best left alone and let my irritation rankle on.
What is it with me that I feel the need to try and extract an apology, an admission of wrong-doing? He never ever used to apologise because he never did anything wrong. Can’t blame that on Alzheimer’s, it has just made it worse.
Memo to self: in my next life: don’t marry a stubborn person. Better still… don’t marry at all.
I cooked supper. He got up to eat it. Fully clothed and ready to go out. As if… at 18.00 on a Friday night before Christmas. I wish…
I may have dozed off, having made a list of the chores I have to do in the morning before departing. Ideally around 08.00. Ha ha. I’ve more or less given up on that one. I’m not looking forward to the motorway queues!
Well Cox and Cox have done it again! Non delivery, poor packaging, damaged items. Silly me for giving them a second chance after the side table debacle two years ago. I thought they might have improved! Deceptive springs to mind. Talk about goods being of unmerchantable quality, well…their service is not fit for purpose either!
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