Kev was in work, I was not. So, he got up at 5.30 am and got ready for work while I languished in bed until 8.30ish. I got up showered and had breakfast with Willow. Then I did some chores and settled down to some cross stitch. No TV on just Willow snoring and the water fountain gurgling and ambient sounds of the cul-de- sac. Anne nipped round and fetched the money for the green bin. £5 for the year. The post came, with the letter telling us the rent was going up £130 this year. Lovely. Not. Oh well, at least we have a roof over heads and we can afford it, just about. Guessing the poll tax will be next...
I had lunch just before Charlotte came over, she'd been out with Ian to drive the new car a little, she still has to be careful because her knee strength is limited, she said it was easier to drive than the old one, but she will only be able to manage short journeys. Bless her, she has really struggled this last few days and I fully understand and sympathise.
Anyway, glad she was able to keep me company until Kev came home.
Poor bugger was knackered, it takes its toll on him work, you forget he is 66, because of his young outlook on life. But it is enough doing two days, for both of us really.
I do honestly think that people forget that we are in our 60s now and haven't the stamina we once had. We rarely go out after work if we can help it for that reason. I know that annoys some people, but we will see what they can do when they are our age shall we?
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