It is a while since I wrote in this blog. We have been away in France and the time leading up to that was busy; working in the charity shop, getting clothes and other things ready, packing them and all the other things relating to going on holiday. We left circa 5 am on Friday, June 23rd and returned circa 9.25 pm on Saturday, July 8th. We left Petersfield in damp, cold windy weather (it had been very hot up until the Friday) and arrived in Vence in thick mist. We had a little rain, a very great deal of hot sun and some winds that aggravated the spondylosis in the cervix of my spine. We saw the upstairs neighbour twice, but not her husband. They had visitors coming from England and we did not get together. If they are there at Christmas we must invite them to lunch.
I cannot say that I enjoyed my birthday. Dan went to the gun club. I felt so depressed; I cried for my children and for the future without them. We still have each other and that is good, but I am still living with guilt and regret. I still love my son and I always shall, but he is gone and I must accept it. We went to the local Italian restaurant and I had a pizza and a pudding and two glasses of Prosecco. Not the celebration that we had on June 10th, but then I did not want that.
I am cleaning out the bathroom cupboards; some eyewash lotion and cough mixture has sell-by dates of 2010. I remember how this distressed me when I cleared out my late aunt's house. I do not want to leave such a mess for my niece when she clears out our flat when we die, or when we go into residential care. We visited the old man on Sunday and he slept through our visit. We took biscuits for the carers as usual and a bottle of wine for Sandra. She told us that Bill had been alert during the morning and asked for music. Perhaps I shall change my visiting time to morning. I am going to bring away his quite valuable pictures and replace them with others; I do not want any harm to come to them. I have complained about the paint job done in his room. I did this on the customer satisfaction survey that was sent to me recently. I gave the receptionist a low score; this probably means that she will be pleasant for a few visits and then revert to her usual off-hand, sour-faced self.
I enjoyed my shift at the charity shop yesterday. Ethel was there and also Gordon, who is not as like Adolf Eichmann as I feared he would be. Donna, the assistant (or deputy, to use the latest term) is a very pleasant person . I shall volunteer for a while longer.
We are giving away the furniture from our second bedroom, which will soon be what it was intended to be when these flats were built; the dining room. The friends who took Katy's bed and pine chest for their granddaughter are going to ask their two daughters if either can use any or all of it. I want to start shopping for a merchant chest and little teak table. The table is for the end of the living room where the dining furniture now is and the merchant chest is for the dining room. We brought back the little marble table from the kitchen in Vence to put where the sideboard now is. On it will be the pictures of our good, sweet daughter, together with a candle lamp and a vase for flowers. I am also considering getting a good container for her ashes and having that on the table, too. We shall see.
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