I’m weaker now than what I was before. I used to be able to walk for miles and still not be tired but now just walking up the stairs takes everything out of me.
I’ve started to lose my memory; I have trouble just remembering what day of the week it is. Many weeks I have two Sunday’s and never see a Monday.
For breakfast I don’t go wild and have a big greasy fry up, I stick to plain boring bread and butter with a little jam. I don’t bother cooking now that there’s only me. I always end up cooking too much and then have to eat a roast beef dinner for a week.
I don’t get out that much these days only on Thursdays, to collect my pension. I sometimes pop out to Dolly’s for a cup of tea. On the off chance I might go down to the village hall on Tuesday nights for a game of Bingo, but that is exciting as my life gets.
It’s Friday today (I hope), so I better go and visit Harry. Harry was my late husband; he died three years ago from a heart attack. Harry and me always have a little chat on Friday’s. I tell him how is vegetables are growing and what is going on in the world. It’s funny though he never really seems to have much to say to me.
When Harry was alive we always went away exploring different parts of the country on weekends. We had a little pokey caravan that we stayed in. Harry said that it was like, living from home to home but you get the joys of a different view each morning. I’ve had to sell the caravan now to help me pay the bills.
I’m having a microwave meal for one for tea tonight (again!).
Coronation Street is on TV and then Eastenders after. I think I might splash out and crack open a bottle of wine. I’m going to stay up really late tonight watching old black and white movies. I will have a lie-in in the morning. It’s not as if I have got to get up early to do something really exciting.
