Blogging at Eighty

 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 t...

Yesterday I went to a funeral.  It was of an older lady and I assumed it would not be one of these - wear bright colours - that seems to be favoured by some these days.  I was right there was mostly black or subdued hues.  What I did find had changed was the idea that you wore your best clothes.  Now it seems you wear what you want from t-shirts, short dresses and casual clothes to suits for men and smart dresses or trousers for women.  Then I thought, does it really matter what you wear?  The love and respect that was shown to the deceased and the inclusiveness shown by the family to all who attended seemed to be much more important.  These days how one dresses is such an individual thing that maybe everybody was wearing their best clothes.

 Can't believe its already 4 February.  Today has been put aside to get my holiday in Spain sorted out.  I'm going with a friend and at her suggestion I've booked assistance at the airport for us both.   That started me wondering if I'm getting old.  Most of the time I'm too busy to worry about things like that.  To much to do and enjoy to think about if I should be taking it easy.  The signs are there booking assistance, sometimes taking a nap in the afternoon and having regular trips to the chemist to collect my medications.  But as I said I'm too busy to think about it especially at the moment.  We are booked to go away 21 February and I am hoping to exchange contracts and set a moving date before I go.  With dates being a bit tight I have to get all my holiday clothes sorted out.  I don't want to be opening boxes trying to find my shorts, t-shirts and sun cream.  Despite what I have said never think of yourself as old ...

It was in April 2022 that I decided my gardens were getting too much for me and decided to put my house on the market.  15 June 2022 put in an offer on a lovely flat.  19 June 2022 was guzumpt.   27 June put an offer in on another flat.  4 July offer accepted if I sold my house within six weeks.  By reducing price I did so and was looking forward to moving to my new home. Come 15 December I was still waiting for paperwork so my purchase could be completed.  I'd had enough and withdrew my offer only to be offered a reduction of £5000.  But what was the good of that.  I had prior to this been looking at other proprieties so was able to put in my third offer on a modern flat which was accepted.  Yesterday my solicitor sent me a bundle of paperwork which hopefully means I can sign contract before I go on holiday on 21 February.  Everybody talks of the difficulties of buying and selling properties.  I now know what they mean but fingers...

 For a good part of my life getting a cold meant starting with sniffles and a red, raw nose in autumn and it coming and going till the daffodils started to bloom.  I remember dragging my self to work and about three in the afternoon popping pills and wishing I could hibernate till spring.  But those days are gone.  Would you believe it was a trip to the dentist that lightened my life.  I had had to have a scan and it showed there was something wrong with my sinuses.  Fast forward and I am in hospital getting over an op to clear out what had been causing all my problems for years.  Not painful but very unpleasant.  I had something like a small nappy tied under my nose to catch the residue of the op.  Not too bad while in the ward but a bit embarrassing on the two buses I had to catch to get home.  Anyway I can now breath through my nose now and while I still don't like colds it means they only last for a week or so then go away.  It ...

 Got up this morning to find a white world of frost.  Looked lovely but at -6 degrees far too cold to think of going out.  Just thinking of the layers of clothes I would need was enough to put me off.  Its pull up knickers - pull down vest -pull up tights - pull down t-shirt - put on skirt - pull down fleece, put on socks then top with coat scarf, gloves and hat.  Then I think back to the time I would've walked round in the snow with mini skirt, short coat and high heeled shoes. How could I have worn granny boots and loss face with my friends?  Oh for the hot blood of youth.  But that's one of the advantages of old age going out dressed for warmth and not caring what people think of you or like me today just staying in and not doing much of anything.    

 I know people have been viewing my blog but nobody has left a comment.  I wonder am I doing something wrong?  I thought it would be fairly straight forward.  Start a blog tell friends and soon word would get round and people would come and talk to me.  Obviously not as easy as that.  Think I will have to take time to find out how to get this site noticed.  Not that I ever expected to get thousands of followers but a few new friends on line would have been nice.