Siebrie

 Siebrie, no  my neighbour didn't get the dates confused 

she muddled me up with a neighbour with the same name 

who died a couple of years ago.

Take a deep breath.

Steve got up this morning in full-on arsehole mode, slamming around in the kitchen, shouting at Beano. Gawd knows what upset him, probably got out of bed the wrong side!

I was planning on going to my daughter's for a few days but cancelled I need to have a blazing row with Steve and get him to behave like a normal person for a few hours and not like a stroppy toddler! 

I went to the summer house for a short time today, Steve followed me over. Within a few minutes Beano wanted to come home, I brought him home and almost immediately Steve returned home, he seems convinced that I'm up to no good. What exactly he thinks I'm doing, I've no idea. I assume he's worried because I'm not allowed to do anything, that I must be doing something.

We've had a strange time with the neighbours today, this morning one of them came round with a birthday card for me. I was out walking Beano and she spoke to Steve. He assured her that my b'day was in November but she argued with him for quite a while. Neither of them can ever admit they are wrong so they were there for quite some time. My b'day is in November but I doubt if my neighbour would have believed me.

Betty returned home today, she's been in hospital with a suspected stroke. I sent her a text to contact me if she needs anything, Otherwise I won't disturb her.

At 10 o'clock this evening another neighbour knocked on the door, she wanted to tell us that she'd left some stuff on Harry's door mat. I've no idea why she thought we needed to know, our front doors are opposite each other but things are often left by our front door. This neighbour had also knocked on Betty's door and disturbed her to check if she was home.

We've had a bit of rain, not much, just a smattering but it has meant that Steve has done no gardening at all today. He's stayed in and complained about the weather all day. Despite staying in he has done nothing to the floors, the bathroom floor is moving about and creaking. The living room floor has white gaps between the grey flooring where it's all moved around. Steve refused to buy and fit the required underlay as he decided it wasn't needed. I'm wondering how bad it's going to get and if it will need replacing soon.

All I can do is grit my teeth and keep buggering on.

Another trip out.

After going out with my neighbour to order her new freezer and yes we did eat out. We went to the carvery where we both had turkey. I've been out again.

Steve and I had a message from a boating friend, she lost her husband recently. She was moored nearby so we went to a local pub. She and I walked our dogs along the towpath for a while and then joined Steve who had waited in the pub. He claimed his knee was too painful to walk on despite the Dr telling him he needs to walk at least a little way every day.I

We had a pleasant meal in the pub, we talked about our friend who died, it was 22 days from diagnosis until he died, so a dreadful shock for his wife.

Trip out.

My neighbour is going to buy a new freezer, she's asked if I'd like to go along as it's a trip out for me.

Of course I said yes, I haven't left site since I got back from Cass's. Steve wasn't best pleased but I don't care about that.

We're going to Currys, don't know if we'll go for lunch but it will be nice just to go out.

Flis

If I got a carrier bag I'd fit it over his head!

Everything has to be in full view, otherwise he forgets he's got it and buys it again

Rambler

If I purchased one of the cubes you suggested Steve would just pile more gibble on top of it.

Bay window.

There is a bay window in the living room with a wooden unit stood in it. I like to keep a couple of decorative candles on it along with a pretty plant and a bowl of pine cones and conkers.

Unfortunately since it is a flat surface it is also covered in an assortment of Steve's gibble. This includes painkillers, a knee support, a fence paintbrush, a jar of spice, two rolls of tape, some hand cream, a neck fan, two electric plugs, a blood pressure monitor and a partridge in a pear tree!

Steve has two tables beside his chair, these are also covered in gibble as it the window sill. Steve prides himself on being tidy, I've no idea why.

Steve has also decided he is no longer prepared to do the lions share of the housework. From now on he is not going to empty the bin and replenish the toilet roll. He is just going to do the toilet rolls. I've just emptied the bin!