Lynne has returned to London for another weekend's work at the wedding shop and socialising with old friends, further emphasising the growing chasm between us. I can't blame her as the last few years stuck up here in the East Midlands with an old, boring invalid like me must have been excruciating with no friends or potential friends nearby? Boating in the summer offers some escape, although it has become increasingly obvious buying the boat and cruising the canals was entirely for my benefit, with any novelty value fast disappearing for Lynne. Without the boat moving house would never have crossed our mind or have been so financially essential. Don't get me wrong, I love the house, the boat and location, the downside being the crap hospitals in the area,resulting in my treatment being slow and ultimately undertaken back where we previously lived anyway, a drive of 200 miles each time for Lynne, who happens to hate driving. Our joint interests seem to be narrowing. Next week I'm off to London, with friends, to see the "Kinks" musical " Sunny Afternoon". Lynne hates the Kinks, although in the past we would have reached a compromise regarding attending concerts as our musical tastes have always differed. Lynne likes Tamla Motown whilst I prefer anything from pop, through to rock and blues, although I have been known to see The Four Tops and even Sir Cliff Richards in my time.
Lynne very kindly arranged our bowling evening last weekend, which I greatly appreciated, although she would be the last to participate in any sport. Another "sacrifice" for me?
Before anyone jumps on the "He's depressed" bandwagon, I guarantee I"ll walk out of here and be of positive mind and spirit,having counselled myself yet again. A new past-time beckons?
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