3 years on the boat, no problem. Seldom ill, a few ups and downs but essentially we were both fit, calm (sort of), and busy all the time. Loving it.
Until we couldn’t anymore.
3 months in the house, argh!
Dry skin and eyes, intolerance to processed meats has developed, and as for the brain aches! Just don’t go there (and if you do, very quietly please).
I’m walking and working less, driving more, developing a twitch again every time the letter box clatters, and rekindling my love affair for skips.
Well not exactly, more a case of yet again I can’t walk past one without having a rummage.
I can’t settle.
I’m either asleep in the chair or needing to do something, literally anything, just to keep busy. The legs are protesting LOUDLY as when shopping, people talk, and talk, and talk.
So I’m left politely standing about, which is not good for me, while they prattle on about seemingly important things in their lives which mean bug##r all to me!
At home we talk about money, bills, and that other thing???
Oh yeah, how much money we’ve got left to last the rest of the month which has now grown to epic lengths!!
Bins, B I N S!
Why the heck so many people worry so much about waste disposal here amazes me. There are black bins for waste, green for veg and garden waste, and a sort of well dirty grey color bin for recycling.
Only even that needs sorting as half of what you can’t put in there is marked as recycle but not according to the list from local government.
As for cutting grass? One guy did it easy, PLASTIC GRASS, and apparently his dog loves it. Just think about that. The dog ‘loves it’. O….K. I Think.
Stickers on lamp posts are everywhere.
Bylaws, no dog fouling, no parking, no waiting, All quoting £1000 maximum fine! I guess they had a buy 100 get 10 free on the “maximum fine £1000” signage. But, no one knows what the minimum is and when I asked they looked at me like I was nuts!
There is even one sign saying “No mechanical recovery is allowed on this beach”.
That’s right alongside a sign saying “No vehicles allowed”. Max. Fine £1000, and both of them are behind a huge steel locked tight floodgate.
Civilization? Aw sod it.
When we went into the boat we had to slow down, river pace, 4 MPH for everything.
It took a while but hey, slow is good.
Now, it’s absolutely manic.
Everyone drives like mad, every second car has a radio or something booming away.
And most are on a mission. Dunno what but they sure as hell are in a hurry to get there.
Late for us is 9 pm or sundown which ever comes first. Boat time.
Late for them is 02-03 h?
We get up as the sun comes up,
Them it’s 2 minutes to 9 and rush to get somewhere.
Did I mention:-
So here we sit, in our new ‘forever home’.
And I’m wondering if I should get a mobility scooter, just to fit in.
After all husbands and wives race each other around the pavements on them so why shouldn’t I?
It seems all the rage and any color you like as long as it is metallic blue and has an 8 mph switch in it.
Sigh. I’ve either died and not noticed or just moved into God’s waiting room.