Fiona's Quiet Life

it was the hard­est thing i have ever had to do, and i had to do some hard things in the care of Basil includ­ing inject­ing him with insulin into his abdo­men but yes­ter­day when it came to inject­ing my 11 year old grand­son in his thigh with his insulin i found it very hard to do. we had a lovely day look­ing at show houses.….….….……i fell in love with one new house Basil would have loved it, he got rest­ive if he didn’t see the sea every so often.….…..one side of the house looked over a mar­ina full of little sail boats and the other side of the house looked over the Clyde.

there are 29 can­did­ates in our local elec­tion , because i was house­bound look­ing after Basil we applied for a postal vote and it arrived , one paper has 29 can­did­ates and the other has 9 can­did­ates and there is more ‚i will have to read it care­fully before send­ing it.….….…..Basil’s didn’t arrive , i won­der how they knew he was dead , , very effi­cient of them i wish other things were as eas­ily dealt with.….i have yet more paper­work to do, what is a bereaved dys­lexic sup­posed to do. .….……this one went upstairs at the neigh­bours invit­a­tion and had an lovely meal and lots of rose wine.i sup­plied the pudding.

my new comfy fur­niture arrived and i am at last sit­ting on a com­fort­able easy chair, a free­cycler came today and was happy with my old settee which was way too small for this big room.….so i have now man­aged not only to leave the room which i spent nearly all of seven years in but have ven­tured into a third room.

and i washed all the win­dows so i am feel­ing virtuous.

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