The Joys of Living Alone - or Maybe Not

 You can have breakfast in your dressing gown while writing your blog.  Which is exactly what I am doing.  Among the other good things is eating what you want when you want it.  That's not to say you shouldn't try to eat a balance diet at regular times but for when you just can't be bothered it's nice to flop in front of the TV with a sandwich.  And that's another advantage you always get to choose what to watch on the TV, even if there is never much that you want to see.

These thoughts were brought about by something that I had to do yesterday.  While fishing seven dead frogs out of my ponds, disposing of them in the dustbin and wondering if I should have buried them I was trying to think positively about living along.  Not always easy.

You would think that since women tend to live longer than man we would be used to the idea that we will spend the back end of our lives alone.  Doesn't work like that but at least when my husband died I was fairly independent.  I have know women who didn't know anything about there finances and one didn't even know how to write a cheque in the days before credit cards. 

I'm sure if anybody ever reads this blog they will dispute the thought that there are some joys in living alone.  You have to work at it.  All I can say is this year will be the 50th anniversary of my marriage.  And happy as I am alone I would give up all the joys I have experienced in the last twelve years if  I could have spent them with my husband.