Counselling again

It is fair to say Lynne and I are living on a knife edge at present, so today's session is very fortuitous.

Basically Lynne wants to move south again to rejoin her circle of friends down there whilst I am ok here, thanks very much. The huge divide between north and south property prices will cause a few problems, involving selling our house in Anstey and also, perhaps, the boat.

Poor Chris, playing peacemaker took her a long way out out of her comfort zone, bless her, but she coped splendidly and offered some useful  strategies which we have agreed to utilise, including talking the whole thing of my scatterbrained behaviour over with the big team at St. George's next week when I am scheduled to have a routine scan. Chris has agreed to meet me in early November to get our feedback. It is raining yet again.

Boat visit

At long last we have an opportunity to check on the boat, mainly to retrieve items of clothing required now the temperatures have dropped, but it will be nice to be reunited once again. I am feeling fit enough to cruise, but the weather is against it with very cold , almost frosty mornings, although with the boat central heating now "fit for purpose" I suspect we would survive comfortably if necessary.

The government has recently changed the legal system to make it "easier to use" but, as usual they have made a pigs ear of it. Computers and government never, ever, make a good team.

The boat was immaculate, with the exception of a few cobwebs on the stern. Where do those darn spiders come from?

We ran the engine for an hour or so,  said our goodbyes and headed home again

Phone return home

Lynne has arranged the return of her "lost" phone via our super reliable post system (gulp),which saves her driving all that way yet again.

A cold, sunny morning with nothing planned,apart from re-familiarising ourselves with where we keep things at home.

I spent the afternoon at my gardening job, longer than I intended which emphasised my lack of fitness and stamina. My work is beginning to show results but there is a lot still to do and I need to pace myself better.

Home

We leave for home this evening, once I meet Lynne in Hounslow after work. Once again our family has been very supportive, which is heart warming. A quiet time beckons?

Despite the hectic programme over the past few days I have survived with what's left of my brain relatively intact, so onwards and upwards.

Surprisingly I have been trusted to survive without a baby sitter today, plus make my way to Hounslow alone.  Watch this space.

All tasks successfully completed and we got home without problem, with the exception of Lynne leaving her phone in the wedding shop. Ways are being worked on to get it back.

Phase 3

Desperate situations lead to equally desperate remedies. Today Margaret, as a last resort, has been chosen as my babysitter for the day, via a convoluted plan whereby Chloe drops me off on her way to a bowling competition in Aylesbury and picks me up on her way home later today. The problem is solved tomorrow as we are due to return to Anstey and babysitting duties transfer back to Lynne I expect. In defiance I made my own toast for breakfast without setting fire to the toaster. 

As has become normal the day has started dry and bright, although temperatures have taken a well defined drop. Winter drawers on as the old joke goes ( no spelling mistake, honest ).

What went wrong?

I never got to make the meal arrangements as our friend was at a concert all evening and otherwise out and about so our calls kept missing each other, but persistence paid off and we're back on track.

Ahem, his niece was in hospital with a pregnancy emergency so the evening out got postponed for a while, but I somehow caused mayhem with Hayley, and Tom by not eating lunch with them and was wrongly accused of having a hypo, which somehow got back to Lynne, causing me severe grief and lots of explaining. It was all untrue but could be put down to a number of misunderstandings and coincidences which I do not have the space or the will to explain at this juncture. Luckily my blood sugar record book  backed up my story. Enough said.

Complicated, or what?

The weekend has arrived and some complicated and convulated plans settled for the weekend, whereby Lynne goes to work, returns "home" to pick me up late afternoon and off we shoot to Kingston to meet a long-lost friend for a meal. On Sunday Chloe picks me up on her way to a bowling competition in Aylesbury and drops me off en-route for lunch with Margaret, who has opted to "baby sit" for the day. Chloe then picks me up on her way home and drops me back at Tom's. Got that?

Personally I find it mind boggling and somewhat demeaning but the aim is to stop me being bored, which is heart warming I suppose. Having written it down helps, but I still have to make arrangements for the meal tonight. What could possibly go wrong?