His. It's hard to believe that it's over a month now since my last post. I must be feeling better. I was out earlier with friends, not a care in the world, well, barely a care. I came home shortly before midnight and spent an hour with those two lovable pups before bed. At twelve thirty, one cup of tea and three biscuits heavier I decided to go to bed. On putting out the lights and standing in the darkness staring out of the back window, for some reason I was suddenly overcome with a wave of grief, it took me by surprise. It never really goes away but it does get easier. I feel fine now.
I can visit the home now without getting shouted at , in fact there's very little conversation anymore, just sitting in silence, i sometimes wish she would shout at me. Can't win can I. I take those t wo little dogs with me whenever I visit and to be honest, she seems to love them.
My youngest daughter is finally about to move out. I've got mixed feelings about that. Part of me is looking forward to it, all that empty cupboard space in the kitchen, extra space on the knicker airer in the utility room,
room for my stuff in the freezer and fridge
all the extra space in the house once all of that stored furniture has gone. But how empty and lifeless is this place going to be afterwards? I guess you'll have to wait a while until the next post. I'm slowly coming to terms with life as an ex carer. Every now and then I have a low moment, usually short lived and nothing like those dark days of those this time last year. Truth be told I'm looking forward
I've booked new year in New York and booked a family holiday in France next summer
This post may seem a little up and down but don't worry, it's more up than down. I'm off to sleep now, although not having to worry about getting up for work, i still have to get up early to see to those two dogs, Noodle and Marley. Having those two in my life have made such a difference, i could go on but I'm not going to
so for now, goodnight. Al.
Trust me, it really does get better.