Meet up at Noon.

We arrange to meet at noon. Outside the Central Library to be more precise. She sets off to Day Care. She didn’t want to forgo the mornings dancing class. In order to keep to the noon meet up, I have to catch the 10. 56 am bus. As is usual whenever you are running to a strict timetable of sorts, whenever you have an appointment to keep, when time is of the essence, the bus was late. Nearly ten minutes late.  At least I hadn’t forgotten anything. Letter, camera, mobile phone (that’s a first!) bus pass, purse and my watch strapped firmly on my left wrist.

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Fantastic Friday!

We’ve had some really good news! I’ve been awarded the Carer’s grant and so we will be going to Cayton Bay (lot’s of lovely reminiscing for me!) for a few days, staying in a mobile home. I shall of course be taking my camera with me, hopefully we’ll manage to fit in a day in Whitby (want to see the Abbey ruins) and I’ll take lot’s and lot’s of photos.

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Hmm. That wine looks like a bottle of white zinfandel.

We are both really really excited. Its ages ago since we had a holiday and stayed in a mobile home.

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Sorry I haven’t been posting to my blog, been rather busy with other things.

A holiday of memories.

Cayton Bay towards Scarborough

Hmm. I must be going through a nostalgic phase at the moment because if I am lucky enough to be awarded a small carers grant soon, I intend to use it on a holiday at one of my childhood holiday haunts. Cayton Bay near Scarborough. It was the place where my sister and I spent many a happy holiday with our parents in a caravan. Every year in the first week of September. Why my Dad used to prefer going on that particular week I haven’t a clue but that was always the week that we went on holiday, year after year without fail. Funnily enough we were often blessed with some terrific weather and I can remember one year where I actually got badly sunburnt on my back.

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There’s hope for me yet!

It’s ended up being a day full of incidents today that have left me thinking that maybe my lousy memory isn’t that bad after all. Yes folks, I have actually found out that there are at least two people who are as dippy or even dippier than I am!

Today began as usual with me waking at 4.30am (sigh) and so not being able to go back to sleep, I busied myself writing one of my blogs.  I  had breakfast (K was still fast asleep) showered and dressed, faffed about trying to style my hair although that turned out to be a waste of time, with K finally emerging from her bedroom at about 9.45am. We both killed some time doing nothing in particular and finally set off at 11.00am for exercise class. It wasn’t too hot walking down, it turned out to be  quite an enjoyable walk as a matter of fact. My camera was in my bag as usual, but for some reason I didn’t bother taking any photos during the journey down.  When we arrived, the previous exercise class was just ending and all the participants were sauntering out the door.

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A Wasted Day.

Yesterday I had one of those days. You know the sort I mean. Where shortly into it, you wish you had stayed in bed. You see, Boots had rung to say that my son’s glasses were ready for collection so I mistakenly thought that I would have to go with him. Why? Because I had paid for them and had the receipt. We made arrangements via mobile to meet at the same place as last week and at the same time. 12.30pm outside the paper shop in the bus station.

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