I hope she is not on weight watchers
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She is! The last time she came, I am ashamed to admit, I lazily put out shop bought cake. She read how many “points” it was and had a very small portion.
I will just lock the doors and keep her hostage.
Xx
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You monkey,it’s way past my curfew time,so I will wish you nighty night and pleasant dreams.
Love RonXxxx
Goodnight!
Xx
After posting a thoroughly miserable dit somewhere on one of these pages, I wish I’d tuned in sooner. THANKYOU, I feel better already. Hugs to you all x
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The swamp has got me again and I am struggling to get out of it @Willow112 can you send me a slab of cake to stand on. I went shopping earlier to a shop we always went to together, this was my first time on my own and I cried all the way round. When I got to the self checkout I didn’t realise it was card only and all I had was cash this was after I had put my shopping through a very nice girl sorted me out. I had to sit in the car for a while before I could drive home.
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Sending a big hug.
Another first .
Rose xxx
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I wish I could send you a slab, but here’s my hand.
The first time I went shopping I had no cash, just a card which I didn’t know how to use. The lady at the next till saw me snivelling and panicking and she showed me how to use it. Then I went back to the car and cried. I didn’t notice the man in the van next to me eating his lunch.
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My postmen are lovely. They know I use a stick and it can take me some time to get to the door. If it’s just general rubbish it goes through the letter box but any parcels or anything that needs a signature they knock and come in so I don’t have to struggle to the door.
I also had a lovely gardener who I employed after Norman died. First time he came I was obviously upset and I explained the circumstances. Firstly he gave me a hug and then sat chatting to me for an hour and didn’t charge me until I was ok. Unfortunately he gave up gardening over the winter. People down here in the West Country tend to be more touchy feely and not in so much of a rush.
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My postman is lovely really. It’s not his fault what letters he brings. My son is a gardener, lots of his customers are widowed ladies who have employed him since their husbands became ill or died. He has introduced me to a few of them and we have become friends. They are always telling me how sweet my son is, how he bought them plants to cheer them up.
They make him tea and give him biscuits and cake. So he is not a likely grateful recipient of any of my chocolate cake!
At Christmas they give him jars of homemade jams and pickles.
And here I am, mending his jeans and pruning my own roses!
When they ask me if my son does my lovely garden I tell them that I can’t afford him.
I am joking, he has been my saviour since my husband died. He takes me out for lunch, looks after Katie, stays over when I need to catch up on my sleep, and finds new friends for me!
He has been on holiday for the last week, just texted me from the airport asking if I have any Covid tests.
Sounds ominous!?
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There is a lot of Covid about. My friend hasn’t been for last 2 weeks as she had Covid. She’s on holiday this week so by the time she comes to clean for me next week there should be about a foot of dust. Actually with just me and no Katie the house stays pretty clean. Of course if he has been on that germ factory known as an aircraft who knows. You couldn’t post some of that chocolate cake and give the postman a real challenge? Imagine the gooey mess by the time it got to Somerset.
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Yes, a lot of it round here, too. I guess it’s always going to happen in the autumn, along with flu.
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He phoned me when he got home. Said he has bad earache and a cold and is going to phone the GP tomorrow. He said he was going to bed and told me to stay away in case it is Covid. I wondered if he had been in the hotel pool, he said not and that the pain in his ear started before the flight home.
I will ring him in the morning.
Bloody kids. You never stop worrying about them, no matter how old they are. Xx
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I am well and truly in the swamp.
I think it started when I explained the death of my husband just over 3 weeks ago.
It brought that traumatic day right back into the very forefront of my life once more.
I think I had moved from his death to his physical and emotional absence in my life.
Then the fall followed by our gently, loving, elderly cat not being well.
I was so relieved when I could bring him home this morning.
Then from out of nowhere the tears and sadness started.
I hate the swamp.
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Come on Rose take our collective hands,we have all been there,a mug of tea and a biscuit often helps,you WILL get through this.
Love RonXx
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We are all here Rose.
Chucking a pool noodle your way.
Xx
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I am so sorry.
Rose garden, you love him and he continues to love you 
Today’s a difficult day x
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*Thank you.
I was confused for a while as I read it as a pot noodle.
Big hug xx
Thank you.
Yes it is difficult and just came on so suddenly.
Big hug xx