Back again briefly.

I have a six week wait before I get internet so I can only post when I'm at Cass's house.

I have heating and hot water but no shower for a few weeks.

I don't know why no one can post comments, I've not set the blog that way but I will investigate further.

I've visited a couple of charity furniture warehouses and purchased a sofa, easy chair, chest of drawers and a small cupboard for bathroom storage.

I've organised a regular supermarket delivery and there is a shop in the village that is very well stocked.

My newest purchase was my curtains, I bought them in the Dunelm sale, they were very expensive but I wanted thick curtains as one of the neighbours tends to wander around at 3 a.m. looking for her cat. When she shines her torch in my window she was waking me up.

The neighbours are friendly but it is currently so cold (we've had snow) that and conversations are necessarily brief.

I'll post again when I am next able.

Still alive!

Just in case anyone was wondering, I am still alive and settling into my new home. I have no heating, no hot water and no internet but these will all get sorted eventually. 

Beano is confused but otherwise ok.

Torn between fury and joy.

Only a flying visit, no Wi-Fi yet, probably not until new year.

Beano and I are warm and comfortable

Cass's two littlest are settling in beautifully, both are now toilet trained.

The way they have been treated by their so called parents makes me furious.

To see them coming on so well after a relatively short time fills me with joy.

I'm reminded of the line from a film, possibly Parenthood that says something along the lines of. "You need a license to own a dog but any arsehole can become a parent".

Moving day tomorrow.

We have a man with a van coming at 7 this evening, he's collecting the double bed, dishwasher and washing machine and taking them to my new home.

The electric supply has been reconnected by the old supplier and the new supplier is taking over tomorrow.

Cass will fill her car with boxes and I will walk with Beano and my shopping trolley, which is full of tinned food, I do have a can opener. The local shop is open until late so if I need anything I can pop in there. I have a kettle and tiny fridge that holds a pint of milk, so it will be able to make a cuppa.

I've ordered a very small fridge freezer, toaster, vacuum cleaner and hot plate, they are being delivered on 27th and 28th. Cass is giving me a counter top oven.

I will organise a regular Sainsbury's delivery in the new year and I'm getting milk delivered three times a week by the local milkman. Once I have a proper fridge I may order orange juice, sourdough bread and yoghurt as well.

I'm sure to have forgotten something but it will all be sorted eventually.

I'm staying with my daughter.

Just for a day or two, then I shall move to my new home.

I'm waiting for the electric to be connected.

I have spent the day with a huge grin on my face, I'm so delighted and excited.

We walked round the village to watch Father Christmas going past on a trailer being pulled by a huge tractor.

Beano and I are sleeping on the sofa in Cass's living room tonight.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to walk to my new home, taking my shopping trolley full of stuff with me. I'm  hoping to do a few trips to and fro though a lot of stuff will have to be transported by car.

I'm ready for bed now even though it's only early evening so I may have a nana nap to tide me over.

Oh and Cass has a small oven that she doesn't use, so no need to me to buy one.

Its all done and dusted.

Just heard from Cass, the purchase of the bungalow is completed, I can move in at the beginning of next week!

Tomorrow I carry on with the packing, I have Friday and Saturday whilst Steve is out.

I will move on Monday or Tuesday next week.

I'm climbing to walls

I'm so desperate be away from here. Today is a bad day, the isolation is really beginning to get to me. It's been about ten years now since Steve's stroke. When we lived on the boat, if he saw me talking to someone, he would rush over and send me back to the boat. Here, I daren't talk to the neighbours in case Steve sees me as he will start getting stroppy with them.

He goes to the gym every day now but returns home in time to monitor my attendance at the summer house. Today I'm allowed to go as it's quiz day, people would notice and comment if I didn't attend.

On Friday it's the Christmas party it will depend on Steve's mood wether or not I go. I have purchased food to take as my contribution, I will wait and see.