I’m not coping- the structure is melting away. I’m missing Marmy and I don’t seem to be able to keep up with the routine stuff- discovered the car rego was 2 weeks out of date- luckily a policeperson didn’t catch me on the way home. Had to park in a carpark that would take a credit card as not enough change when I tried to park in the street. I still have cheques that need cashing from last August (not for more than a few dollars, though)- I guess they’ve been killed off by now- the bank is always shut when I drop by and then I leave home without them when it’s open. At least I haven’t run out of petrol- only need to fill my little tank once every 6 weeks! Perhaps I need a new kitty- but would I look after it? Having enough trouble remembering to give Pascale his cortisone twice a day- he’s not getting well either, poor thing. I feel as though I’d like to win the lottery and go away on holidays right now- someone save me- someone rich and generous, that is!
That was lovely- can I go again?
Norway was so gorgeous- I guess New Zealand would do!
Sweet Marmy.
