Blogging at Eighty

When I was young I remember two of my mothers sayings.  Waste not want not and it might do them a turn .  In this throw away society it seems for a lot of people these sayings have been forgotten, which is a shame given the state of the planet.  Or is that too big a thought.  Then try this - on a website which allows people to give things away free there are postings like, I have just got my first place and I need so many things, I have baby clothes to give away, before I take this to the tip would anybody like it.  Before and since I've moved I have been giving things away like gardening tools now I don't have a garden, furniture I don't have room for in my smaller flat and the boxes and packing stuff from my move.  I am due to give that away to a couple who know they will be moving in the summer.  I'm not saying I'm a wonderful, caring person, after all I would've probably have had to pay somebody to take all my stuff to the tip if I hadn't given it away,

 Although I like blogging I think I would like it better if I had some readers.  Now I have finally moved, and although I am still sorting and trying to find places for everything, I think I must read the advice on how to do it.  This is one of the problems of being eighty with no grandchildren - nobody knowledgeable to ask.   But summer is coming and I have a small outside space which I intend will be fill with as many pot plants as I can manage.  I bought some with me but so far they have been left to their own devices but soon I will be out arranging and buying them more friends.  Least ways that's the plan.

 Its  now just three weeks since I moved into my flat.  Three weeks that have had their ups and downs.  Ups - the move went well and I was in by late afternoon.  Also the removal people looked after not just my belonging but me as well.  I have a small outdoor space although as yet I have had nether the time or the weather to do much with it.  I've met three of my new neighbours and they seem friendly.  Downs - I now have an induction hob which meant that only a couple of frying pans and a milk saucepan would work on it and I have had to buy a complete set of new saucepans.  The blind in the bathroom has stuck half way.  With clear glass in the window I now have a large scarf covering the bottom half .  Not the prettiest of sights.  But the worst thing was the first couple of weeks when there was so much to do I hardly knew where to start.  Because I couldn't cook I was eating rubbish food,  I had no internet which is one of the reasons I haven't blogged and I was just plai

 Yesterday afternoon I heard that contracts on the sale of my house and purchase of my flat had been exchanged with a completion date of Tuesday 14 March.  It sent me into a flurry of trying to decide what to do first.  I still have a lot to pack so I called the removal company to drop of some boxes.  They will be coming on Monday to pack my breakables.  Next I tried to contact some of the people on my long list of - people who need to know I'm moving.  Water company really quick and efficient.  Phone company helpful but its difficult to see what the hold up is.  Hopefully it will be sorted today.  Just looking I wonder how many times in the last few weeks I have typed the word hopefully?   I am not going into the whys and wherefores of the troubles I've had since April 2022 when I started looking for somewhere to move to.  You don't need to know and I don't want to remember them now I am on my way.  I'm just looking forward to the next problem, will the furniture I

 I had hoped to blog while I was in Spain for a week but it was not to be.  I had a good time and thanks to my friend's fitbit I now know I am not the wimp I thought I might be.  She told me that nearly everyday we not only managed 10,000 steps but one day got up to 17,000 steps. I had wondered if the assistance we had book at the airports was really necessary.  I have been converted.  Not so much by being whizzed about in a buggy but the fact that we jumped all the queues and didn't have to stand for long periods.  However what with getting up at 6.30 am and not getting home till 6.30 pm, even with assistance, I was shattered.   I am now, hopefully, back to normal and looking to move home in the next 16 days or so.  Still waiting for a date so can't book my removal company or let everybody know my new address.  House now looks like a cross between a warehouse and a teenager's bedroom with stuff all over the place.  But I find I can ignore it when I think I will have a

 Can't believe its ten days since I last posted.  Things have been happening and my brain is having trouble keeping up.  First in two days I go on holiday with my friend to Spain.  Now have everything laid out on the spare bed ready to be packed.  Least ways I think I have everything.  The other day I realised I had forgotten to get any euros then yesterday when I was charging my phone I remembered I needed an adapter which of course I had already pack in a removal box.  A scramble in all the boxes then ensued. I can't wait to get to Spain when I can do nothing but rest my brain and enjoy myself.   My house move is now teetering.  My sellers can't move out till at least 7 March and the first couple in the chain have to complete by 20 March.  So I will return to finish packing up my belongings and starting over in a new flat.  Is this really what an eighty year old should be doing?  Of course it is.  I have no desire to sit at home doing nothing new or exciting waiting to go