Stroll to post office. Was charmed by sunlight. Much appreciated.
Spent more time last night sorting through dusty files and boxes. Black binbags stuffed to overflowing. John's office is a mess, he was supposed to be coming up to go through his belongingd, but so far zippo.
rob and myself have made progress, the garage is now home to multiple sacks of detritus. All very sad.
And although I've binned a lot I have not touched his books or photography memorabilia. Some items are sacrasanct.
However my stuff isn't.
I now own two coats and five handbags. The rest awaiting its trip to the dump.
The bungalow feels bare, souless, even a little ghostly, but I suppose that's only natural considering what's happened. When Mr Horsehound left a bit of me left with him.
But, as the song goes, there is a season for all things.
I'm hoping for a bright light Spring followed by a glowing calmer Summer. I won't be thinking about Autumn and Winter as I learn and embrace a new life in the caravan, I'll deal and cope with whatever they bring.
Talking of coping I have another cardiac appointment on Saturday morning. How lovely! This is for an MRA scan whereby they flood my bod with a special dye in hopes it shows up just what the heck is going on. Procedures don't bother me, I just do as i'm told and crack a few death jokes.
Then on Monday a follow up appointment to hear all the news!
My Goodness I can't wait to get all this behind me. I have a new life to get on with and I've already made plans with Mark to cycle around my new home, the riverside village Holiday Park, taking in the scenery and scaring the life out of the wildfowl.
He now reminds me of it every time I see him. What a great boy.......
Anyway I must now fly...Have Minestrone to make and as the sun continues to bright up the bungalow kitchen I feel very optimistic.
Thursday, 28 January 2016
Wednesday, 27 January 2016
Up to my eyes in dampness.
Mould everywhere.
Getting ready to move on.
And as I filled black sacks with stuff from twenty years
of bungalow living my wounded heart filled with good blood and carried me.
My husband visits occasionally so we can discuss estate agents and in both our eyes, sadness.
I can't go into our sob ridden exchanges suffice to say we come eventually to a sort of quiet resolution.
I hope in the fullness of time (whatever that is) we reach a nicer place where Mr H and I can look at each other without blubbing.
Later on, much late on, probably sometime in the summer, I would be willing to hold out the adult hand of 'understanding' and maybe engage in grown up talk with Mr H and his girlfriend. But I've been informed that the girlfriend wouldn't be willing to engage in any such action. Which I find strange considering she'll be in a far nicer frame of mind. Money always has that effect...
But I mustn't be bitter. Does one no good. My whole self is concentrating on two things: Going to the cardiac clinic being one and managing the whole house moving experience. Rob is being superman, as usual, and inbetween working, hanging out with his son, he's helping me empty rooms.
Once the bungalow is sold I'll be able to concentrate on making a new life with him and Monty. Aint gonna be a doddle but we will do our best.
Our aim is to be out of here and in our caravan, Two Ducks, by the middle of March. The estate agent, Neil, will handle the viewings.
When I'm ready I will probably start a new blog.....the Bungalow days are over!
Until then I'll post when I can, I get a wee bit tired now so try to manage my time efficiently.
I've missed blogging, it has always been therapeutic and oh boy do I need therapy!
Now I eat....
Mould everywhere.
Getting ready to move on.
And as I filled black sacks with stuff from twenty years
of bungalow living my wounded heart filled with good blood and carried me.
My husband visits occasionally so we can discuss estate agents and in both our eyes, sadness.
I can't go into our sob ridden exchanges suffice to say we come eventually to a sort of quiet resolution.
I hope in the fullness of time (whatever that is) we reach a nicer place where Mr H and I can look at each other without blubbing.
Later on, much late on, probably sometime in the summer, I would be willing to hold out the adult hand of 'understanding' and maybe engage in grown up talk with Mr H and his girlfriend. But I've been informed that the girlfriend wouldn't be willing to engage in any such action. Which I find strange considering she'll be in a far nicer frame of mind. Money always has that effect...
But I mustn't be bitter. Does one no good. My whole self is concentrating on two things: Going to the cardiac clinic being one and managing the whole house moving experience. Rob is being superman, as usual, and inbetween working, hanging out with his son, he's helping me empty rooms.
Once the bungalow is sold I'll be able to concentrate on making a new life with him and Monty. Aint gonna be a doddle but we will do our best.
Our aim is to be out of here and in our caravan, Two Ducks, by the middle of March. The estate agent, Neil, will handle the viewings.
When I'm ready I will probably start a new blog.....the Bungalow days are over!
Until then I'll post when I can, I get a wee bit tired now so try to manage my time efficiently.
I've missed blogging, it has always been therapeutic and oh boy do I need therapy!
Now I eat....
Thursday, 7 January 2016
Tuesday, 5 January 2016
Happy New Year All x
My 2016 began rather gloomily, I wont go on about it (for once) but considering all the shifts and shunts that my life has endured recently it's hardly surprising that I didn't pop any corks at midnight...
But, being the trouper I am, albeit a skinny one, I refuse to allow the break-up of the Horsehound marriage and a big Stroke to totally dampen my spirits.
New possibilities are on the horizon as regards where I'll be living come March. Huge scary changes are for sure but I am Fred's daughter and I wont let him down by going under. Nope.
Mr Horsehound's behaviour is problematic and very upsetting but he is entitiled to the good life too, I only hoped I'd be able to keep our bungalow. But to start afresh we need cash. So the bungalow goes.
But whatever Spring brings I'll keep my hair long, scatter floral cushions about the caravan and have chums over for buffets.
I'm frying liver tonight and for pudding a slice of homemade banana bread....
Is this a positive post?
You betcha x
My 2016 began rather gloomily, I wont go on about it (for once) but considering all the shifts and shunts that my life has endured recently it's hardly surprising that I didn't pop any corks at midnight...
But, being the trouper I am, albeit a skinny one, I refuse to allow the break-up of the Horsehound marriage and a big Stroke to totally dampen my spirits.
New possibilities are on the horizon as regards where I'll be living come March. Huge scary changes are for sure but I am Fred's daughter and I wont let him down by going under. Nope.
Mr Horsehound's behaviour is problematic and very upsetting but he is entitiled to the good life too, I only hoped I'd be able to keep our bungalow. But to start afresh we need cash. So the bungalow goes.
But whatever Spring brings I'll keep my hair long, scatter floral cushions about the caravan and have chums over for buffets.
I'm frying liver tonight and for pudding a slice of homemade banana bread....
Is this a positive post?
You betcha x
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