So although I've taken Beano out for his morning walk it was very brief, he has rushed out, had a few widdles and rushed home.
The rain also means Steve will be in a strop all day, nemmind.
My first job every morning, whilst the waiting for the kettle to boil, is to mop the floor in front of the fridge. I've known for a while that the fridge/freezer is on its last legs, it was in the flat when we moved here.
I kept meaning to mention it to Steve but often didn't bother as I assumed it would result in him having a strop. However when I did tell Steve he immediately measured the fridge and started the process of ordering one.
The first problem is size, our kitchen is tiny and we can't find a fridge/freezer that will fit in the space the current one takes. If we order one slightly taller, the cupboard above it will be too high for me to reach. I will also have to lose a few inches of the shelf that currently butts up against the side of the fridge.
We finally chose a fridge/freezer and placed the order, it will be here on Wednesday. I need to get the old one emptied, defrosted and wiped over before then.
Oh well, first world problems and all that. Not to worry, I'll manage!
5 comments:
It will be good to have no mopping and lower bills!
Glad you found one that will fit. Hope you like it!
Hopefully it fits in neatly and you don't have to do any morning mopping in future. xx
Hester, I’ve been following your blog before you were married and it was on the old blog address. I lost my way for a couple of years due to illness and the black dogs of depression that kept me at the bottom of the deep hole.
I took a few days to catch up and found myself crying my eyes out for you. I understand totally the changes illness can wreak on our husbands and partners. I married the kindest most thoughtful man on this earth. We were soulmates and never a cross word between us. Last year he developed pneumonia and was on life support. At this time his kidneys failed completely and he needed dialysed. We hoped that they would recover. He was in hospital 6-7 weeks and was dialysed every day and came home needing 3 times weekly dialysis.
As I said ark a cross word was exchanged between us and we had a very fun active lifestyle despite being 66 and 70. The first night he came home he ate and went to bed. Very restless and shouty.
It gradually got worse after each dialysis session. And I told him it was Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde every day. Dr Jekyll came back on Sundays. The rest of the time it was vary good levels of horribleness. Apparently it is caused by the large fluid shifts affecting the brain that causes the personality changes and days he gets dialysis he’s at his worst and feels awful, the next day by the evening mes mellowing but next day is dialysis again so he gets one day a week of feeling ok.
It’s not my man on these days, he’s never shouted at me, ever, till now. He swears which is unknown and it’s a stranger.
After reading your blog I count myself blessed as I felt one day of normality but on that day he gets so upset with how he treats me.
It’s not his fault, and I love him with my last breath but I don’t like Mr Hyde. Nor would I leave him.
Some folk don’t understand that part of it but it’s not his fault and I keep stressing that. My own health is rubbish with fibromyalgia, ME and bad cataracts that they won’t operate on as I’m too high risk as if it goes wrong I’ll be left blind. I can only have ut done when I’m classed blind and the surgeon decides the risk is worth taking..
I hope it’s ok that I’ve come back and you won’t have a clue who I am.
Enough warbling. Blessings to you and your family Hester. May your name be a blessing .
Bobbi xx
I hope all is well on the fridge freezer front x
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