Tam and Rosie were here not much longer than 24 hours, but the house feels "right" with them here, and so empty now they have gone home again. I can count on the fingers of one hand the number of weeks I have lived alone in my life, before Keith died. I don't enjoy living alone, hence trying to keep myself busy and doing little things that give me pleasure.
Yesterday I had a very short walk up to the junction, by which time my legs were saying that was it for the day, as I had already been doing housework and tidying things up before T&R got here.
I wanted to help a friend, and did a "paying it forward" when I ordered her some multivitamins (just as D had done for me). My friend doesn't eat a great deal (think miniscule amounts) and I know her diet is lacking in essential vitamins and minerals, so I hope that these will help her and she will carry on and buy some more, although she isn't good at spending money on herself.
Rosie has been a joy. She regularly speaks in short sentences now and is always asking for a hug. She made us laugh by pointing and saying "It's a monster" - didn't know where that came from until we heard it on one of the tv programmes Tam lets her watch (Tam is very careful with screen time and content). She's very observant too - having watched me check under the recliner chair in case one of the girls had gone under there, she came to tell me when Lulu went under there so I could get her out! "Grandma, Lulu under chair".
It has been lovely having them here, but now my glance keeps falling on the NHS envelope on the side, with several pages about my "procedure" on Friday, and I am really dreading it.
I have continued to put the secateurs in my pocket whenever I go outside (and it's dry!) and have been doing some more tidying up. Just 5 or 10 minutes makes me feel better. Today I tackled my Jude the Obscure rose as it had grown so much last summer and was about 8 feet tall. I now have all the others to sort out.
I hope you've all had a good weekend.
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