Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age.
I've had a couple of days feeling rough, a bit under the weather.
No idea why, possibly stress, Steve is hard work to live with.
I saw my youngest daughter today which was nice, her daughter, my youngest granddaughter is now taller than me. She's not ten yet.
Despite Steve giving Betty detailed instructions about which days she can take me out. (Never on a Friday and only on days that give him enough notice to think of reasons why I can't go) She's booked us in for lunch on Friday!
Beano gets more walks in the summer than in the winter. It's not the weather, we neither of us mind the cold. It's the shortness of the daylight hours.
I'm not prepared to risk life and limb trying to cross a very busy road in the dark. I do have some hi-vis clothing but to be honest the cars and lorries whizz past at such speed it would be dangerous.
So after dark Beano and I walk around the nearest close, it's a cul de sac so there is very little traffic. There is also a large patch of grass nearby that Beano can sniff around. I'm sure it's the safest way.
It's Mothers day here in the UK today so there have been lots of cars in and out of the car park. I'd already seen two of my children on Friday and my oldest son messaged me to say he is away but will visit soon.
I'm cooking roast chicken with stuffing, roast potatoes, carrots, sprouts and purple sprouting broccoli. Steve won't eat the vegetables but I will enjoy them.
Beano and I went for breakfast today with my oldest daughter and youngest son.
We go for breakfast rather than lunch as my son has just finished a night shift and wants to go home and go to sleep.
I had my first breakfast at 7 a.m. so I was ready for a second one by 11:30. I took Beano with me as we always go to a dog friendly cafe. I shan't eat again today, I'll just drink lots of tea and water.
I wore my dog walking hoodie and put it on the floor for Beano who soon snuggled down and snoozed until the food arrived. I had the small cooked breakfast, it comes with a sausage that I shared with Beano.
The Tesco shop was delivered whilst I was out so Steve put most of it away and left my stuff on the kitchen surface for me to put away.
My daughter gave me a bunch of daffodils which I've put in the same vase as the ones from Waitrose that Betty gave me yesterday.
ITV are showing Endeavour every afternoon, I watch it most days, before this they showed David Jason in A Touch of Frost and then Morse with John Thaw.
Steve has started going to the summer house most afternoons so I mainly go on Wednesday's for the quiz. My hearing has deteriorated a lot so I find conversation difficult.
We are tenants in common with a 50/50 share. Steve can leave his share to whomever he wishes, as can I but the property cannot be sold until both of us are dead. Neither can anyone move in if Steve dies.
I suppose, in theory that someone could try to bully me into selling up before I wanted to, but these flats are difficult to sell and their price is dropping all the time. I'm not sure it would be worth anyone's effort.
I'm not an easy person to bully, I'm not easily intimidated. Also I could ask my family for help if I really needed to.
As I said, I took legal advice from a solicitor who came highly recommended by a family member.
When we purchased this flat I used a highly recommended solicitor. I wasn't well and Steve was in a full on sulk because we'd sold the boat. I had suggested he stay on the boat and I'd move to a flat but this didn't suit. I'm assuming he realised he couldn't manage the boat alone.
The flat is jointly owned, we purchased it as tenants in common, so there can't be any problems.
I keep putting off talking to Steve about his behaviour, partly because he is never wrong and he gets so hysterical so easily but I needed to nail him to the floor and find out what's going on. He's definitely a few sandwiches short of a picnic so I have no idea what the problem is
Finger that is, it's my index finger so I look like I'm admonishing someone. It would be worse if it was my middle finger.
Steve's behaviour continues strange, he wants to change his will though I'm not sure in who's favour. I need to find a way to.protect myself. I can afford this flat on my pension as I'm very careful with my money.
I'm looking forward to Friday when I'm seeing my youngest son and oldest daughter, we're eating out, a Mother's Day treat. I can take Beano with me so Steve will not have a chance to scupper the plans. Hopefully I'll be contacted by my other son and daughter at around the same time.
Today will be a day mainly of silence for me.
Steve will be watching the Grand Prix I will remove my hearing aids and read a book.
I've had a lovely treat this morning, whilst I was washing up I noticed a Jay taking advantage of a bag of peanuts that had fallen from one of the branches.
When I looked out the living room window I spotted a Wren in one of my hanging baskets. I know there are Wrens nearby but this is the first one I've seen close up.
