The weather has been beautiful. Yesterday we went on a walk with our Walk for Health group and it was warm and sunny. There are wood anemones, bluebells and still some daffodils, although these are now looking a little tired. We saw an egret with a fish on he millstream. It flew away from the lily pads and up into a tree when we drew near. I agreed with the leader of the walk that we are all so lucky to live where we do. I am glad that we joined this group and not the Wednesday one that meets in the centre of the town. The walks are prettier and the group is growing. There were thirty-two walkers yesterday.
Today is my son's birthday; he is forty-one. I cannot send him a card or a present because I do not know where he is and in any case, it would be futile. He would take the money and not send a message of thanks. I miss him. On Thursday it was a year since Katy's funeral. I still miss her just as much. The picture is my favourite one of my children. We still have Dobbin, the rocking horse. He is made of New Hampshire white pine and we bought him at the Dutchess County Fair in 1978. One day I shall give Dobbin to a new baby, the son or daughter of one of my great-nieces or nephews. When we moved from our house to this flat I sent a text to Neil, who was living in the midlands,
I have a new laptop and my husband is just transferring all the necessary data to it. I spend far too much time on the computer and often make a resolution not to do that. We shall be in France soon where we have no broadband. Using Facebook on a mobile phone is too stressful to my eyes so I have to go without. I keep busy cleaning and doing laundry so I don't miss it too much. I shall have my two iPods, one for fiction books and one for non-fiction for entertainment. We also have films on DVD and download to watch in the evenings.
It is nearly time for the nursing home. I have obtained the necessary cakes and put the chocolate I keep for the old man into the bag. We have to buy eggs before we go there; we still go back to the village where we used to live for free-range eggs from a local farm. Tomorrow we shall go to the house of friends for drinks.
We have just returned from our excursion. The old man remembered us today and ate about half of the jam doughnut I acquired from Waitrose. He wanted chocolate mostly and tucked into brown and white chocolate buttons. His room has been painted and the two pictures I brought from his house were put back in the wrong place. When I went to change them I found that the picture hooks had not been taken from the wall and replaced when the paint was dry. They had been painted over and the pictures replaced while the paint was still wet. The electrical sockets were not removed while the painting was done. This is slipshod work; next time I am sent a questionnaire about the home I shall comment upon all of this. I must let the manager of the home know that we shall be away soon. If all goes according to plan we shall be in France in two weeks' time.
I wonder if my son is celebrating his birthday. I do not know if he is working, if he is lonely or has everything that he needs. He is not a materialistic person. He loves his record collection and little else. I shall always love him; at least, I suppose I shall while I am cogent. When I am old and senile (if I live that long) I shall no longer remember my two children. When my executor or other person clears out the flat will they throw all the old photos away? Will there be nothing left of my family?
I have my new laptop computer but Outlook will not work on it. I have checked on my favourites, made sure of the passwords and installed the buttons for my most-used sites. Dan will contact BT and sort out the email. It is the warmest day tomorrow but then it will be colder again.
I have a new laptop and my husband is just transferring all the necessary data to it. I spend far too much time on the computer and often make a resolution not to do that. We shall be in France soon where we have no broadband. Using Facebook on a mobile phone is too stressful to my eyes so I have to go without. I keep busy cleaning and doing laundry so I don't miss it too much. I shall have my two iPods, one for fiction books and one for non-fiction for entertainment. We also have films on DVD and download to watch in the evenings.
It is nearly time for the nursing home. I have obtained the necessary cakes and put the chocolate I keep for the old man into the bag. We have to buy eggs before we go there; we still go back to the village where we used to live for free-range eggs from a local farm. Tomorrow we shall go to the house of friends for drinks.
We have just returned from our excursion. The old man remembered us today and ate about half of the jam doughnut I acquired from Waitrose. He wanted chocolate mostly and tucked into brown and white chocolate buttons. His room has been painted and the two pictures I brought from his house were put back in the wrong place. When I went to change them I found that the picture hooks had not been taken from the wall and replaced when the paint was dry. They had been painted over and the pictures replaced while the paint was still wet. The electrical sockets were not removed while the painting was done. This is slipshod work; next time I am sent a questionnaire about the home I shall comment upon all of this. I must let the manager of the home know that we shall be away soon. If all goes according to plan we shall be in France in two weeks' time.
I wonder if my son is celebrating his birthday. I do not know if he is working, if he is lonely or has everything that he needs. He is not a materialistic person. He loves his record collection and little else. I shall always love him; at least, I suppose I shall while I am cogent. When I am old and senile (if I live that long) I shall no longer remember my two children. When my executor or other person clears out the flat will they throw all the old photos away? Will there be nothing left of my family?
I have my new laptop computer but Outlook will not work on it. I have checked on my favourites, made sure of the passwords and installed the buttons for my most-used sites. Dan will contact BT and sort out the email. It is the warmest day tomorrow but then it will be colder again.
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