Torn between fury and joy.

Only a flying visit, no Wi-Fi yet, probably not until new year.

Beano and I are warm and comfortable

Cass's two littlest are settling in beautifully, both are now toilet trained.

The way they have been treated by their so called parents makes me furious.

To see them coming on so well after a relatively short time fills me with joy.

I'm reminded of the line from a film, possibly Parenthood that says something along the lines of. "You need a license to own a dog but any arsehole can become a parent".

Moving day tomorrow.

We have a man with a van coming at 7 this evening, he's collecting the double bed, dishwasher and washing machine and taking them to my new home.

The electric supply has been reconnected by the old supplier and the new supplier is taking over tomorrow.

Cass will fill her car with boxes and I will walk with Beano and my shopping trolley, which is full of tinned food, I do have a can opener. The local shop is open until late so if I need anything I can pop in there. I have a kettle and tiny fridge that holds a pint of milk, so it will be able to make a cuppa.

I've ordered a very small fridge freezer, toaster, vacuum cleaner and hot plate, they are being delivered on 27th and 28th. Cass is giving me a counter top oven.

I will organise a regular Sainsbury's delivery in the new year and I'm getting milk delivered three times a week by the local milkman. Once I have a proper fridge I may order orange juice, sourdough bread and yoghurt as well.

I'm sure to have forgotten something but it will all be sorted eventually.

I'm staying with my daughter.

Just for a day or two, then I shall move to my new home.

I'm waiting for the electric to be connected.

I have spent the day with a huge grin on my face, I'm so delighted and excited.

We walked round the village to watch Father Christmas going past on a trailer being pulled by a huge tractor.

Beano and I are sleeping on the sofa in Cass's living room tonight.

Tomorrow I'm hoping to walk to my new home, taking my shopping trolley full of stuff with me. I'm  hoping to do a few trips to and fro though a lot of stuff will have to be transported by car.

I'm ready for bed now even though it's only early evening so I may have a nana nap to tide me over.

Oh and Cass has a small oven that she doesn't use, so no need to me to buy one.

Its all done and dusted.

Just heard from Cass, the purchase of the bungalow is completed, I can move in at the beginning of next week!

Tomorrow I carry on with the packing, I have Friday and Saturday whilst Steve is out.

I will move on Monday or Tuesday next week.

I'm climbing to walls

I'm so desperate be away from here. Today is a bad day, the isolation is really beginning to get to me. It's been about ten years now since Steve's stroke. When we lived on the boat, if he saw me talking to someone, he would rush over and send me back to the boat. Here, I daren't talk to the neighbours in case Steve sees me as he will start getting stroppy with them.

He goes to the gym every day now but returns home in time to monitor my attendance at the summer house. Today I'm allowed to go as it's quiz day, people would notice and comment if I didn't attend.

On Friday it's the Christmas party it will depend on Steve's mood wether or not I go. I have purchased food to take as my contribution, I will wait and see.

Neighbours bloody neighbours.

Every night before I go to bed I take Beano out for one last widdle.

I don't leave the site, I just walk him to the nearest patch of grass for him to have a sniff and empty his bladder.

I lock the front door to our flat but leave the outer door ajar so I can see my way along the path back to my flat. I always have my key with me to get back into my flat.

A few nights ago I was on the path to my flat when I bumped into a neighbour, she was all of a twitter, she'd been roaming the site and checking the doors and she'd locked my outer door and thought she'd locked me out.

I explained that I had my key and was able to get in. Not satisfied with her conversation with me the neighbour approached Steve the following day to discuss with him my carelessness in leaving the outer door unlocked for the few minutes it takes Beano to have a widdle.

I got a lecture from Steve about the importance of locking both doors. What Steve doesn't realise is that Harry next door often goes out during the evening and doesn't return until long after I've been out with Beano. Harry always leaves the outer door unlocked! 

Thank you

Thank you so much for your kind offers of gifts when I move, but I actually have no idea what I will need.

I was doing quite well, going through what we have here, deciding which items could be divided between us and which items I'd need to replace.

Then my son told me he was moving. He's been renting for some years now and when the lease was up my son decided to buy a property rather than continue renting. To make it easier he's moved in with his Dad, this way he can save more and he also has more flexibility, as when he finds a property as he will not be tied into a lease.

He has given me some idea of what he's given me ( he's put all his stuff under cover at my daughter's house) but it is only an idea. I won't really know what there is until I move in. He also asked me to store some items that he'll want back when he has bought a property. I think it will take me some time to work out what's mine and what's not.

I know he's giving me a dishwasher and a washing machine, I'll need to remember to run the dishwasher occasionally, won't I.

So although I'm very grateful for everyone's kindness I really have no idea what I will need.