Waking in a panic.

I started waking up in a panic sometimes. 

A couple of night's ago I woke up suddenly, I was convinced I'd overs-spent and that I was about to go in the red.

I grabbed my phone and logged in to my online bank, I wasn't overdrawn. But I really must get to the bank soon as I know that Steve can check one of my bank accounts. We used to have a joint account for paying household bills but after a while Steve stopped paying in to that account and started to pay some bills himself.

Last night I woke again, this time I thought I'd missed a Drs appointment, then I realised that the appointment is later in the week.

I wonder what the next panic will be about?

A meal with Forty Elephants

Bovey Belle, that's a good idea, I will get one next time I'm out shopping. 

Today I had an early mothers day treat, my daughter took me to lunch at a restaurant that was running a theme about the Forty Elephants.

The Forty Elephants were a gang of female shoplifters based around the Elephant and Castle, the were operating from the 1830's to 1950's.

At the restaurant we were given clues about a murder with each course and we had to decide who we thought had committed the murder. It was very entertaining and enjoyable and the food was good too. Lots of small dishes so we didn't end the meal feeling stuffed full but we definitely weren't hungry.

From snowdrops to violets

The village is well endowed with flowers, they grow in gardens, at the edges of the pavements and on any patch of grass around.

First it was snowdrops, growing in profusion. As they have started to die back, their place has been taken by daffodils, grape hyacinth and violets. In the grass near my bungalow there is a patch of white violets. The flowers make walking Beano an even greater pleasure.

My own garden is a disgrace, just lots of unkempt grass and moss. I can buy a lawn mower to manage the front lawn but I'm stumped when it comes to the grass in the back garden. It's far too lumpy to mow, I think it once had flower beds there as some parts are higher than others. I shall have to think hard about what to do, whatever it is it's going to be difficult.

Social group

I've just been to the Tuesday afternoon social group, I took Beano and he was an absolute star. He wandered around to greet a few people and then he lay on the floor and went to sleep, it's such a relief to know I can continue to attend.

They are organising a boat trip in a few weeks on the Kennet and Avon, where Steve and I had our boat and as I can take Beano I've signed up to go along.

Tomorrow morning it's tea and toast in the pub, so I will go to that as well, I've taken Beano there already a few times.

I'm determined to make the most of every opportunity that comes my way.

Old nuts.

My daughter went to the flat where I lived with Steve yesterday  to collect my last few belonging. There was just one box that Steve had claimed wouldn't fit in the car, it contained some kitchenware and the name plate I ordered for this place, Cuckoo's Rest. My grandchildren call me cuckoo so it seemed appropriate.

Unfortunately as Steve had been given plenty of notice of my daughter's visit he packed up a lot of stuff that he wanted to get rid of. So along with my stuff there was a lot of crap. I spent most of y'day evening and this morning sorting through it all. It includes a bag of nuts left from tge Christmas before last, a dog harness that is and always has been  too small for Beano, some CD's but no player. There is also a tangled nest of cables, I've no idea what they were for. This also gave Steve the opportunity to tell everyone how badly he's been treated especially as he claims my daughter took things from the flat that he had a sentimental attachment to!

Amongst other things there is a backpack, it's never been used so is in very good condition. When we first moved on to the boat there was a shopping trolley on board. Steve immediately threw it in the nearest bin, as he said we were too young to need a shopping trolley. As I did the bulk of the shopping I was not prepared to stagger along a muddy towpath with a piled high backpack. I purchased another shopping trolley a large one with three wheels either side that coped admirably with muddy towpaths. I still have it, it's still going strong.

Poor Beano

Apologies for the lack of posts.

It seems Beano has dementia, he's taken to howling if he's left alone.

 This will somewhat curtail my budding social life but I will do everything I can to keep him happy. He's been my comfort for the last 10 years so now I will be his.

He's slowing down and doesn't want to walk as far as he used to do so we wander around the village at a pace that suits him.

I'm still spoiling him as he is a funny little dog, he's my funny little dog.

D.I.V.O.R.C.E.

If you know the words, sing along, have I given you an earworm now?

I'm not currently planning on divorcing Steve although I have no objection if he decides he wants a divorce. He is more likely to want a divorce as he would like to remarry I'm sure. He is a few years younger than me and ever since his friend married a lady in her 50's he has wanted to do the same.

I see no point in lining a solicitor's  pocket for no good reason, Steve is due to inherit a reasonable sum of money at some point (if his family ever manage to stop arguing about it!) I'm not interested in taking money from Steve and as I said I will continue to pay the service charge for now to protect my credit rating.

I will discuss this with my family to see how they feel about it, Steve is not their father but I would like their opinions on this matter.