Sunday, 2 August 2015

Moratorium.

Today I have no services. I just have a house full of things in the wrong place! Last night I used the chair lift lots of times to get stuff back upstairs....it's now all piled on the spare bed!

The house and garden are looking wonderful.....but tomorrow the man arrives to start painting the outside of the house! Pots need to be moved!

I have no car....it's been in the body shop whilst I've been away....and is still there...hopefully coming home tomorrow!

Getting everything back to normal is the first major task. Except normal is a state I don't recognise right now.

I had such a good holiday and part of that was always having people to talk to and laugh with. Grief greeted me at the door. I have wept not just for David but for my son, my daughter and my dogs...

Strange how happiness can become misery in an instant with a passing glance or sound....

The driver who got me as far as Somerset has a holiday booked in the next village this month and obviously knows the place very well...I have promised to wave at him as I go and brought him up to date with all the variations to the village that have happened since he was last here...

I have commitments here I am aware of...and I'm going to be busy very soon...but today is a reflective time...once I've got the big suitcase up the stairs....

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