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
Sunday, 20 December 2015
After much huffing and groans and a much needed extra pair of hands from my neighbour we finally plunged the piano into the front room.
And so there it stands. Black and beautiful. Glorious in its simplicity. Homey with its imperfection. I like it.
It was yesterday afternoon we trundled to Southend in Bertie the campervan to collect our musical instrument. We, being, Rob's dad Trevor, Rob himself and me. And as we pushed and heaved the old piano out onto the street I wondered if I was mad. Or at least on the road to madness. Since my Stroke I've done some odd things. But I won't dwell on that because it scares me. Will I one day run naked along the Ashingdon road? Or worse still, eat fried eggs willy nilly? Hey lets just hope that day never comes.We arrived at the shop and had a run in with a twit in an illegally parked white saloon. The sneer we got as we stopped alongside him was a cracker.
"We need to stop here" I shouted out the window. This is a loading bay. And we are loading a piano real soon"
He begrudgingly inched away and we parked nicely.
Anyway the three of us rattled the piano out of the shop and steered it across a very busy road into the loading bay area where old Bertie with doors open wide awaited his latest passenger.
Oh Lord it was a so and so getting it inside. Luckily Rob is a gadget guy and produced a homemade ramp type thing. All we had to do was lift the piano onto the ramp and gently push it in.
After a lots of sweat had drizzled down our faces we drove the piano home. Getting it out of the campervan needed another pair of man hands so I asked the man who lives opposite if he could help.
He did so glady asking in between huffs and puffs how I was getting on since my near death Stroke.
"Yeah I'm ok thanks, Sorry can't remember your name"
He laughed and continued humping.
The piano now stands along the wall by the door opposite the bay window. Last night I frightened the cat by tickling the ivories with an awful offering of "Rock of Ages".
I feel this latest find from a charity shop will prove to be great and beneficial.
Although I do not envisage evening recitals more afternoon annoyances...
And so there it stands. Black and beautiful. Glorious in its simplicity. Homey with its imperfection. I like it.
It was yesterday afternoon we trundled to Southend in Bertie the campervan to collect our musical instrument. We, being, Rob's dad Trevor, Rob himself and me. And as we pushed and heaved the old piano out onto the street I wondered if I was mad. Or at least on the road to madness. Since my Stroke I've done some odd things. But I won't dwell on that because it scares me. Will I one day run naked along the Ashingdon road? Or worse still, eat fried eggs willy nilly? Hey lets just hope that day never comes.We arrived at the shop and had a run in with a twit in an illegally parked white saloon. The sneer we got as we stopped alongside him was a cracker.
"We need to stop here" I shouted out the window. This is a loading bay. And we are loading a piano real soon"
He begrudgingly inched away and we parked nicely.
Anyway the three of us rattled the piano out of the shop and steered it across a very busy road into the loading bay area where old Bertie with doors open wide awaited his latest passenger.
Oh Lord it was a so and so getting it inside. Luckily Rob is a gadget guy and produced a homemade ramp type thing. All we had to do was lift the piano onto the ramp and gently push it in.
After a lots of sweat had drizzled down our faces we drove the piano home. Getting it out of the campervan needed another pair of man hands so I asked the man who lives opposite if he could help.
He did so glady asking in between huffs and puffs how I was getting on since my near death Stroke.
"Yeah I'm ok thanks, Sorry can't remember your name"
He laughed and continued humping.
The piano now stands along the wall by the door opposite the bay window. Last night I frightened the cat by tickling the ivories with an awful offering of "Rock of Ages".
I feel this latest find from a charity shop will prove to be great and beneficial.
Although I do not envisage evening recitals more afternoon annoyances...
Thursday, 10 December 2015
I bought a piano. Its beng delivered tomorrow. It needs tuning but imagine the fun trying to play 'Rock of Ages'.
Found it when Rob and me popped into a Christian charity shop in a backstreet in Southend. We'd gone in there not only to look at restored furniture but to enquire whether they'd be interested in having young Mark for a couplke of weeks as part of his work experience thingy which begins Feb 2016.
The chat we had was fruitful, infact we are all traipsing down to Southend this afternoon to see the manager.
Apart from selling restored furniture they sell musical instruments... The woman on the till almost begged me to take it off her hands. WHAT? Being a mug and keen show-off I made her an outstanding offer of...£10.
We'll deiver it Saturday she said and I danced out of the shop.
Something very weird and wonderfaul happened when my Blood and Brain collided. Thanks guys!
Found it when Rob and me popped into a Christian charity shop in a backstreet in Southend. We'd gone in there not only to look at restored furniture but to enquire whether they'd be interested in having young Mark for a couplke of weeks as part of his work experience thingy which begins Feb 2016.
The chat we had was fruitful, infact we are all traipsing down to Southend this afternoon to see the manager.
Apart from selling restored furniture they sell musical instruments... The woman on the till almost begged me to take it off her hands. WHAT? Being a mug and keen show-off I made her an outstanding offer of...£10.
We'll deiver it Saturday she said and I danced out of the shop.
Something very weird and wonderfaul happened when my Blood and Brain collided. Thanks guys!
Tuesday, 8 December 2015
I sparkle.
Gone is the brown. The proper and sensible. In are the lilacs, purples, cobalt blues and rose. I wear a sparkling scarf around my neck in shades of silver and midnight blue and on my nails, mauve varnish to accentuate the green ring.
I'm awash with the rainbow. And I love it.
Something very good has happened. I've read about strokes and what they do and one of the after effects can, in some cases, be a loss of inhibition. Well my dears my inhibitions went away on Friday the 13th November and havn't been seen since.
And it is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
After an Indian meal in our favourite restaurant I danced in the street, in the dark wearing a gorgeous black halter neck dress. There weren't a lot of folk about, it was late after all, but I couldn't hold in how I felt. I swirled and stretched my arms heavenwards managing not to fall. Rob looked on in utter amazement becuase only a few weeks ago I was at deaths door. The human spirit and a fair dose of good fortune got me there. Dancing on the pavement on a cold December night. And I won't forget how close I came to losing these priceless treasures.
And although I'm on a sack of drugs every day I feel as if my life is about to begin all over again. Only this time without the lessons...Been there.
Today, infact very shortly, we are off out to buy some Christmas lights for indoors. I already have the tree garlanded with clear lights but I can't get enough LIGHT. Everything needs to SHINE. Maybe I've got a screw loose, I don't know, what I do know however is that if this being bonkers then BRING IT ON. I'm ready....
Gone is the brown. The proper and sensible. In are the lilacs, purples, cobalt blues and rose. I wear a sparkling scarf around my neck in shades of silver and midnight blue and on my nails, mauve varnish to accentuate the green ring.
I'm awash with the rainbow. And I love it.
Something very good has happened. I've read about strokes and what they do and one of the after effects can, in some cases, be a loss of inhibition. Well my dears my inhibitions went away on Friday the 13th November and havn't been seen since.
And it is the best thing that's ever happened to me.
After an Indian meal in our favourite restaurant I danced in the street, in the dark wearing a gorgeous black halter neck dress. There weren't a lot of folk about, it was late after all, but I couldn't hold in how I felt. I swirled and stretched my arms heavenwards managing not to fall. Rob looked on in utter amazement becuase only a few weeks ago I was at deaths door. The human spirit and a fair dose of good fortune got me there. Dancing on the pavement on a cold December night. And I won't forget how close I came to losing these priceless treasures.
And although I'm on a sack of drugs every day I feel as if my life is about to begin all over again. Only this time without the lessons...Been there.
Today, infact very shortly, we are off out to buy some Christmas lights for indoors. I already have the tree garlanded with clear lights but I can't get enough LIGHT. Everything needs to SHINE. Maybe I've got a screw loose, I don't know, what I do know however is that if this being bonkers then BRING IT ON. I'm ready....
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