Freezer audit

Because of Steve's behaviour with regards food, I stopped cooking meals for him about three years ago.

Now he is unwell he wants me to start providing meals for him again. Actually he doesn't want me too, but as he lied to the Dr about what he eats, he needs me to cook.

We normally order a Tesco shop on a Thursday for delivery on Friday. This week, because he's been told to cut down his alcohol intake, we can't meet the minimum amount needed for a free delivery.

As we have Aldi and Lidl at the top of the road I've suggested I take my wally trolley and go shopping. Once I'd checked the cupboards, fridge and freezer all we need is bread, toilet rolls and I need some fruit. It should be a very cheap week food wise.

The fan

The proverbial has hit the fan, a resident had an accident and despite three people pulling their emergency cord there was no response. Yet another money saving dodge by the housing association.

Steve had two appointments y'day so he was out almost all day. This meant I had a peaceful time of  it, obviously he yelled at me when he arrived home. He was tired and the hospital procedure wasn't without its challenges. Fortunately he went to bed soon after his return home.

He has a Drs appointment this afternoon so another couple of hours peace. Nothing tomorrow but another appointment on Friday. Next week is full of appointments as far as I can see and then the week after he's back to the hospital. 

Steve can't understand my lack of interest and care, he has forgotten how badly he treated me when I was in hospital. 

Arfur job.

Here, the on site the manager has been round asking people to help with the site upkeep. Personally I feel we pay enough towards the upkeep. If I wanted to do that sort of work I've have bought that sort of property. My neighbour, Arfur Job threw himself into the idea with gusto. He's hacked great chunks off the ivy that adorns the outer wall. The resultant mess is all over the path and Arfur has no intention of clearing it up.

Steve's gone to the Drs, he has appointments most days for the next two weeks. He seems to think it's all to do with his painful knee. It isn't but I'm not discussing it with him. 

He recently fell out with two of the neighbours, the two who would have given him lifts to and from the Drs, so he has to catch buses to all his appointments. He has five or six appointments a week for the next two weeks.

80/20

I try to abide by the 80% 20% rule when I eat so I aim for 80% of my food intake to be healthy.

I also eat early, as I age, I find food eaten too late just lays heavy and disrupts my sleep.

Steve has been advised to improve his diet, his current diet is also 80/20. 80% beer, 20% BBQ chicken wings.

He's currently trying to persuade me to start cooking for him every night, as advised by the Dr. I would if he'd eat normal food but his is still insisting on junk food. If I cook it for him it's still going to be junk. I'm an ok cook with real ingredients but frozen chips and instant food defeats me.

Fantasy island.

Steve seems to have given up living in the real world.

He's told the neighbours that the problems with his knee have been on going for the last three years and are the reason he gave up living on the boat.

I don't actually care what twaddle he tells people but unless he warns me I'm just going to look totally confused when faced with tales of this alternative reality.

Obviously he won't admit that he's an alcoholic but I'm sure people must notice the copious amount of alcohol he consumes!

In other news I went out y'day and met up with two ex work colleagues. I caught a bus which Steve doesn't like me doing and not only did I not write my plans on the white board, I didn't tell him I was going out until he got up at 11ish and I then went on the 12:30 bus.

Living with hissing Sid

Steve has started talking to himself but he talks very quietly so all I can hear is a hissing noise.

it makes a change from his constant ranting about what he's read in the paper or what the neighbours are doing.

I'll take it as a win!

The white board

Steve instigated the use of the white board when he realised I was making friends here and going out.

I soon realised that if wrote a forthcoming outing on the board, Steve would find a way of stopping me going or coming along himself. I've stopped writing on the board unless it's a Drs appointment or something similar.

I've recently been contacted by an ex work colleague about a meet up. Once it is arranged I will not be writing it on the white board. I will tell Steve I'm going out about 10 minutes before I leave!