We were going to go out and do a food shop, but we got up quite late for us at any rate gone 8.30am, and I just wasn't feeling it. Kev wanted to make gingerbread men and I wanted to make some spare cards, Christmas ones, my just in case ones, which can either come in handy if I get someone I've missed doing a card for, it does happen, I am not infallible, or can go in the card box ready for next year.
So, we both crossed off a few pre Christmas jobs off our lists.
Now I just want to point out something, I put a photo up last night of the bungalow with the new lights outside on. I had a dm about the photo, saying that they had no idea that we lived in such a small home, and how it must be awful. Don't get me wrong, I know that the person wasn't being nasty, they aren't from the UK, and obviously not aware of our housing and also the council housing system.
That said, you most of you in any case, know our history, and the fact that we were homeless for about 2.5 years, either living with friends, or living wherever we worked. So to us, this home is our little slice of paradise. Yes, you can't have many folk round which is why we have our Halloween get together over at the centre. And we have to be careful storage wise, but in general it's perfectly suited to us. If we had a bigger place the bills would be bigger, and we would only fill the extra space with more stuff. The hardest part of living here is getting to and from work, but it's a small price to pay, to have a roof over our head, are allowed to have a cat, and be able to afford to live a comfortable existence. Being able to shut and lock a door, be warm and safe without having to be reliant on other people's generosity or live in fear of a pub being sold from under us is a luxury I will always be thankful for.
So please don't feel sorry for us, we have a better life now than we have ever had, and these days we don't even have to deal with the nosy bugger at no.4 much, as he hardly around these days.
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