Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age.
Steve is very twitchy and suspicious, this morning the supermarket delivery wasn't showing on the app, he seemed to think I might have cancelled it.
He hasn't noticed the bags I've packed, they are hidden in my wardrobe.
Out with Cass tomorrow, it will be great to get off site, I'm going a bit stir crazy and just keep thinking/hoping "not long now". Hopefully there may be some more information about my Where Next.
The storage bags I bought are huge, so far I have filled one with my summer clothes, a duvet and some spare bedding.
I've started filling the second bag with the contents of one of the kitchen cupboards, mainly plastic boxes and bakeware. I also have a small stash of tinned food, sardines, mackerel and tuna. I like to keep my food cupboard well stocked in case of emergencies, I'm not talking about an apocalypse, just a day when I don't want to go out or something similar. I always used to do this but Steve won't hear of it, he likes to keep the bare minimum in stock for food. Beer is different, he keeps six boxes in stock, each box contains 18 cans. Mind you, this is only a week's supply.
The crochet blanket I made is on my bed, between the top sheet and the duvet, that way it stops Beano catching his claws in it. It's keeping me very warm, I still wake up during the night but I wake up warm, not cold, so it's easier to drop off again.
I went through the kitchen drawer and decided to treat myself.
I ordered a potato masher, potato peeler and 3 wooden spoons.
I have a drawer full of other stuff that Steve will never use, measuring spoons, cookie cutters, etc. All of these I shall take with me when I move. But I will leave the equipment that Steve will use.
The cupboard under this drawer is full of cooking equipment, there is a small food processor and a hand mixer, mixing bowls, cake tins and plastic storage boxes, these I will also take. I'm hoping to start cooking and baking again when I move.
I've ordered a pack of large storage bags,they should arrive today, I shall start filling them and stash them in my wardrobe.
Steve has stopped me doing many things that I enjoyed cooking and baking, socialising and leaving site to name but a few. He likes me in the flat watching TV and that's it, unfortunately I can't watch TV for long before my eyes get sore and we have so few channels, there is very little on that I want to watch.
The finished blanket is very heavy and should make a nice warm cover on cold nights.
Unfortunately I'm now bored out of my brains and need to find something else to do.
Y'day I shopped in Dunelm I bought a tin opener, two pillows, a Christmas bauble and a mattress protector, a thick one that I can sleep on, in case I move before I've got any furniture. Any furniture I buy will be second hand, there are a couple of charity shops that sell furniture that I will visit, but I need to know where I'm going first.
I'm desperate to leave here so I will move as soon as I can even if it means having no furniture to start with. Apart from Beano and my personal effects all I'm taking from here is a mirror, coffee table and bedside cabinet.
I'm also stocking up with tinned food, every week I order one or two tins of food with our supermarket delivery. I have plenty of pasta, rice, pulses, oats, herbs and spices. I will organise a supermarket delivery when I move but I'm not sure how long it will take for me to arrange an internet connection.
I'm suffering from gout, it's something that flares up now and again.
It's painful and inconvenient and it's made worse by Steve regularly shouting at me about it.
Steve can't bear anyone to be ill or in pain as it detracts from his need to be the centre of attention.
He keeps telling me to go to the Dr, I did when I first started getting gout. The Dr said that gout was self limiting and to take paracetamol if I found it painful.
Obviously Steve also developed gout short!y after I did, he also went to the Dr, he was given medication for the gout and co-codamol for the pain!
