All is revealed

As I said in my last post, when I arrived home on Tuesday after visiting the bank, Steve was in a strop about a letter.  When I pointed out that the information in the letter was ambiguous, he was most annoyed and buggered off down the pub.

Yesterday I went to the coffee morning in the summer house, a resident had opened up and was hovering in the doorway. She wanted to speak to me as she's was concerned that she may have upset Steve. She too felt the information in the letter could have more than one interpretation and said so.

I reassured her and explained that Steve was always convinced he was right and that she shouldn't worry about it. I did ask if she'd been worried that he'd be aggressive but she was merely concerned that he'd been upset.

So just for a change it wasn't me that pissed Steve off!

 

Trip into town.

I caught the bus into town y'day, the bank had blocked my account because of suspected fraud.

The fraud was me trying to withdraw money last week in the branch from my account!!

Hopefully my account is now marked with information explaining that I can neither see or hear properly.

I got lost coming home as I couldn't find the bus stop, what an idiot. I probably won't go into town alone again as it's difficult to get about. Or I'll have to get a taxi home.

Bits have started to arrive for our new shower, they are filling up the living room! It's difficult for me to climb into the bath tub despite the selection of hand rails attached to the walls. So we are having a walk in shower fitted. I know that when we sell, this could be a problem but as it is at the moment, I'm likely to break my neck, which would be even more of a problem!

The plumber was supposed to be coming on Friday but is delayed on his current job so is coming on Monday.

We received a letter from the housing association, the wording was ambiguous, Steve decided it meant one thing, some of the residents thought in meant something else.

When I arrived home Steve asked me for my opinion. I said the letter wasn't clear and we should ask for clarification. Steve immediately got into a strop and went out to a pub.

One of my favourite sayings is "When the going gets tough, the tough fcuk off down the pub!

Still here

But bored sh1tless.

It's been too darn hot to walk Beano more than once a day.

Steve is being a PITA as usual.

It's cooler today so that means more walks for me and Beano.

Now I have my new hearing aids Steve is having to whisper really quietly which is making his throat sore! He's always claimed it hurts his throat to speak loud enough for me to hear. I'm now able to hear all says which he hates!

Bleugh

There is one problem with having the fridge rammed full of Steve's preferred snacks.

The smell makes me want to puke!

I'm not really a fussy eater and will happily try most things but I like my food to be good quality.

I can't stand poor quality fillers covered in pastry.

I shall hold my breath when opening the fridge from now on.

Two fridges

We have two fridges, one in the bedroom and one, a smaller one in the kitchen. This one was here when we moved in.

The bedroom fridge is full of Fosters and coke, in the door are two small cans of lemon and ginger  kombucher these are mine. The drawer at the bottom of the fridge contains a few onions and some potatoes.

The fridge in the kitchen is full of sausage rolls, mini sausages, Scotch eggs and pork pies. There is also a dozen eggs, a sliced gammon joint and some cooked chicken drumsticks.

The drawer at the bottom contains lettuce, cucumber, tomatoes, spring onions and an avocado. The door contains mayonaise, milk, OJ and some pickle.

Steve is finally satisfied with the fridge contents!

Some he made earlier

This was part of the garden area as it was first cleared.

Part of the flower bed that was just gravel when we first moved in.

Another flower bed freshly planted.

Another resident found this bench with many missing/rotten slats. She collected the pieces and asked Steve and Harry to repair it.
 

What can i do?

I was just walking Beano this morning when a neighbour turned up to speak to Steve. 

He and Harry have built a bench and she wanted to point out where it needed to be positioned.

Said neighbour had found the bench, badly damaged, she collected the bits in her car and Steve and Harry rebuilt and re-stained it.

It looks good, she has another project for Steve to do, so he and Harry visited her flat for more details. I've no idea what the next project is but she's doing her best to keep Steve busy as she knows he's not happy here. 

She has a two bedroom flat, she sleeps in the small bedroom and uses the larger one as her sewing room.

Her sewing room really got me thinking, I miss my hobbies, I wish I could still see enough to continue with them. I don't even cook anymore as Steve will only eat shop bought food. The nearest I get to cooking now is boiling hardboiled eggs for my lunch.

I will look on Amazon for a macrame kit I think and see if I can do that.

I'm hoping to get out and about more once I have my new hearing aids, it's currently very difficult to use the bus service as I can't hear what the driver is saying.