More Angst!

Its no wonder I am not well. Before eight oclock this morning four men arrived apparently ready for work. I had to get up and get dressed when all I really wanted to do was doze a little. So here I am...dressed and blogging when all I really want to do is sleep! A walk around what was once my garden shows the extent of the work being done so I now have a new worry. Paying for all this is my main anxiety. Putting the house on the market and selling up seems the only way through it. All I needed to be done was replace two tiles on the roof but this has gone so far past that that I am now afraid that the only way I can pay the bill is to sell up. Or try to sell it. I can certainly not pay the bill. I have tried to keep it within the bounds of my budget but I've clearly failed. Apart from finding the money to pay for it I am now exhausted by trying to keep moving through all this... .. us octogenarians need our rest! Sorry to be moaning yet again. I would much rather be my usual daft self. Yesterday I was taken out briefly by the lady who used to be my cleaner but is now a much loved friend! Her views on what is happening is very interesting...Thank goodness something good has come out of all this! So on we go...bangs and worrying sounds fill the air! Deary, deary me!