I've been busy working for the past month and it's lovely. I've also been doing other things so it's time to get back into this blogging lark. The next few posts will be "catch up" stuff and I think I'm going to enjoy this again.
Little by little I am returning to my old routines and trusting that this can be done. Tis a nice feeling.
A few weeks ago TB and I, having the young miss and master with us, met up with The Captain and Mrs Captain in Skegness. (Yes, I know, Skegness. Not my usual style, huh? Not exactly the Caribbean, is it?) I was somewhat astounded by the two carts which TC and MC were pulling but holy moly they have it so right. Extra chairs, tables A WIND BREAK…fantastic stuff. I'm a convert now.
I like this side of the beach…no kiss me quick hats or ice creams.
low chairs and a table. We spent another day with beer, books and the dog.
It was very relaxing and we look forward to doing it again.
moment as we watch TB walk across the sand.
I generally shop either in store or online at Waitrose but there are a few items I can only get at Asda and likewise Tesco and Morrisons. I was thinking it would be useful if there was somewhere all these stores were next door to each other so I could nip in and out of one the on to the next. This concept seemed familiar but I couldn't quite think…oh yes…the High Street. Why doesn't someone put all the shops we need in the High Street of each town?
Oh, they already tried that? I wish they'd tried harder. I wish councils hadn't increased business rates to such crazy heights that retailers were excluded and estate agents, building societies, charity shops and insurance brokers took over.
I do try to shop locally but, and I know this is a vicious circle, because there is so little choice I go to the nearest city which means local shops don't survive thus giving even less choice. Mind you, it doesn't help that the smaller, local branches of national chains don't carry the full stock, not even of their own brand (Superdrug, take note, I would have spent £85 if you'd had it on your shelves) or that the few independent stores have very little stock of anything.
I did think perhaps the answer was to do without the things I can't get. I'm all for cooking with whatever produce is available locally but the quality is so poor. Last Christmas I determined to buy TB's gifts locally…I would trawl every store, surely there would be something. I trawled, I huffed, I tutted. Pretty sure he wouldn't have thought much of a 99p screw driver set. Luckily, Tesco stock Jim Beam so one of his gifts was a local purchase.
The town centre here is attractive and well laid out. A main street with a few streets leading off and a couple of small retail arcades. Parking is not too bad, I've known worse. So the town should be a delightful, busy place to shop.
I've seen my gynaecologist. He sent me straight for a hysteroscopy and biopsy. The biopsy was fine and the hysteroscopy showed that one of my resident fibroids, whilst shrinking through estrogen starvation, still pretty much fills the uterus. My smear test showed some abnormal cells but no HPV is present. So, as I don't have cervical nor uterine cancer (just let me say that again…I don't have cervical nor uterine cancer…oh sweet jesus the relief is indescribable) it is likely that the big bully fibroid is the cause of the bleeding. I am to be monitored and if he continues to shrink he will be allowed to stay. If he does it again he will be served an eviction notice. So listen up bully…behave or you're out!
Right, I'm going to watch Ronnie do that magic thing he does with a stick and some balls.