Morning Sunday clubbers.
Another dank,wet miserable day,
Just about matches my mood.
Morning Sunday clubbers.
Another dank,wet miserable day,
Just about matches my mood.
Morning. Very wet dark and chilly down here. Thunderstorms forecast later. Also it is my weekend when I don’t get a lunchtime visit from my carers. My morning carer has just left. As I am housebound I won’t see anyone until 6 this evening. Even that went wrong yesterday. Fairly new set up and my 2 normal carers off. The cover actually forgot. I texted at 6:45 and she arrived very apologetic. Fortunately I can manage to put something in the air fryer it is just very slow. My lunch and evening calls are with micro carers. Not as organised as companies but this is the first time they have missed. They cook my meals for me and sort out my washing. Can be tricky when sometimes I need to use 2 sticks.
Sundays bad for me even though I am home all the time.
Morning folks.
It’s a bit grey here today after a couple of lovely sunny days.
I was debating going for a run with my dog but just not feeling it ( still) and so will go get a cup of tea and get my daughter off to her work.
Have been feeling quite numb the past few days but the anxiety is back today and I need to keep dealing with the Sadmin and solicitors letter that arrived yesterday.
My older daughter is here so we may go for a trip somewhere for the day - will stop us moping at home.
Just need to get some motivation.
Hope everyone has as good a day as you can.
Sending hugs and strength xx
My daughter is at the Respite Centre, so I am Home Alone. My husband and I were supposed to be going away for the weekend.
I have a cousin who lives about 15 miles away and she is coming for lunch.
It is a tragic coincidence that a month after my first husband died 20 years ago she lost her husband. I remarried 5 years later. She had met up with an old friend, (a fellow widower), and he had moved in with her. That was 15 years ago. Two months ago her partner died. Once again, she lost her second partner just a few weeks after I lost my second husband.
Weird, isn’t it?
Anyway, that is my Sunday. It’s wet and miserable here in the south-east.
I hope everyone has the best Sunday possible, or the least-worst.
Xx
Morning another day of thick fog here. I am going to attempt to sort through more of the stuff we brought back from our static caravan. Hope you have the best day you can.
The weather is rubbish in Derbyshire too…
To cheer myself up today I’ll be making a steak pie from scratch, pastry and all, baking a belated birthday cake, practicing some new photography techniques I learned the other day, in fact anything to distract from a looooong, quiet day with no-one around to chat too!
And my neighbours are away, so I may just turn the radio upto 11…
My husband enjoyed photography and a very complicated looking camera is in his techy cupboard. We had just come back from a weekend away when he had the cardiac arrest. I know there are photographs on it.
I would like to learn how to use it, but can’t look just yet.
One day, I will. Xx
The photography was always ‘my thing’ N was never that interested beyond the first three pictures… so I’ve found it relatively easy to continue with it… the diving however, was ‘our thing’ and I’ve only been back in the water once since, I really don’t have the heart or concentration for it at the minute and I wouldn’t want to put any of my dive buddies at risk. The week on the liveaboard in November might be challenging!
When you’re ready to look at your husband’s camera, there’s an online course - A Year with my Camera- takes you through all the knobs and dials, composing pictures etc… It used to be free, with a couple of workbooks you could purchase if you wanted. Might be worth a look x
Last night my nephew (who I have always been close to) stopped by and dragged me out for a drink,he took me to the sleaziest biker bar I have ever seen.
It was an old shed filled with middle aged leather clad bikers,it was cramped noisy,plenty of pony tails(that was the men)
But they were really chatty polite even gave up a seat for me.
The beer was great from a local brewery,I must admit I had a good time.
Delighted you enjoyed your night out with your nephew.
Love this Ron, made me smile
It must be frustrating and disappointing when carers let you down. Hopefully they will get their act together pdq.
Sundays are difficult enough, without waiting for help that doesn’t turn up.
Perhaps Ron will take us all to the sleazy biker shed/pub next weekend.
I have just had a wrestling session with a king size duvet cover. I had to crawl inside it. One of those jobs that was much easier with two of us.
Xx
Can we come next time? Middle-age is a bit of a stretch for me, but I can manage a leather jacket and a ponytail. I think I could even run to sleazy, given the opportunity and the offer of a seat.
Glad you enjoyed it. Saturday night for me was two cans of low alcohol lager and an episode of Casualty. How rock and roll can you get?
Xx
Morning all…
Wet and miserable here in West Wales……totally matches my mood too……
Just took my Mother in Law back home after her coming to stay for a few days……I promised my husband I would look after her. It will be three weeks on Tuesday since I lost him……and I find it is getting harder not easier……did that happen to anyone else?
Anyway, sending love and hugs to all my fellow sufferers and hope you find comfort in whatever way you can. This journey is so, so hard………
We used to have an emperor size quilt. Quickly swapped it for a double. It’s part of my care package that they strip and change the bed but had my time of fighting with the duvet cover hanging it to get dry. Don’t know if this helps but you can get something that helps. Two pieces of bent metal. You put them at the top of your bed between mattress ad headboard or wall. They have holes that you put one corner each of duvet cover in. Then put duvet into the holes inside the duvet cover and roll the cover down. Difficult to describe but worked with emperor size quilt.
But do you have a Harley to go with it Jane lol.
I am 15 months in. You will find it goes in waves. It still does. Somebody described it as like a paper bag in a tornado.
Thanks Pudding……
Just a growing wave then at the moment….I hope I get times in between where I feel I can cope……
Wishing us all strength and hope to continue on in our lives alone……it’s seems so bloody pointless at the moment.
I used to have a boyfriend with a Norton-something-or-other, and a BSA, I don’t know what any of this means, I just remember him bragging about them. I went on the back of it once. Before crash helmets were required, I was wearing hot pants, we went round a corner and my knee got badly grazed.
I was so angry, I never saw him again.
I think he was called John, and I have not thought of him since until now!
Huh! Hotpants! On a motorbike! I don’t know who was the biggest idiot, him or me. Xx
I am so very sorry.
That sounds very familiar .
Many of us describe grief as a rollercoaster.
This site is so supportive when you feel the need to to talk and reach out.
Sending a big hug,
Rose xx