in Between Days.

Monday.

My passport came. It said on the email that it needed to be handed to the resident. Liars. The courier shoved it through the letterbox! The tracking even said handed to resident. You should be able to say, no actually it wasn't. 

So at least now I have ID. Two forms. And we can in the next couple of months start looking at holidays to Disneyland Paris. I wouldn't cope with Florida now, but I think I could manage Paris. Cooped up a plane for a long time with my legs would be too uncomfortable. But I think I could handle train or eurostar to France. 

And there are a few more trips in the pipeline with Sue and Pete. Butlins big weekender in Feb and then we fancy The Tower of London and Windsor.

Tuesday. 

Frosty. We got up and got ready to go into town we had a small list, but all stuff we needed. We met Sue and Pete for lunch at Lily Langtrees opposite the Theatre Royal. They do a selection of pieminister pies and decent ales for Kev at discounted prices for January.

Anyway they were nice. It's hard trying to find places to go different. There are a lot of fast food and high end restaurants in the city, but not a lot of mid priced places. 

Now, something you might not know about me, I have a big capacity to forgive even the most grievous things done across me. But, I don't forget. Never. I let things go, more for



my peace rather than anything else. But, do the dirty on me and it will always be there. And people I no longer have in my life are gone for a reason, my own self respect and preservation, you can talk about those people in front of me, but don't expect me to give a damn. It's not holding grudges, it's called having boundaries. 

Take for example a neighbour who is sadly on end of life care. Which is very sad, and awful for those who will be left behind. But, I have to be true to myself, and honest, we never got on, I was always polite, and spoke when we saw each other, but I'm not going to say anything other than I am sorry that that are passing, or suffering. But to say anything else would be false. And to some people, that's harsh and unfeeling, but I can't do it. I can't say someone was a wonderful person when I don't believe it. They probably were, just not to me. 

I wouldn't want someone who dislikes me, talking as if they were my best friend on my death bed. Its also like people turning up to funerals of people who they couldn't stand in life and saying nice things about them. That doesn't sit well with me. Reminds me of the Judy Tzuke song, Liggers at your funeral. That's just the way I am. Honesty is not always popular.