I have decided to have a go at resurrecting this blog as I had a few reproaches amongst the Christmas cards and I had been feeling guilty about it. I have no idea how many bother to read it. But it feels as if is a good discipline for me to sit down and write a few paragraphs, perhaps once a week.
So I am starting today, New Years Day, and the beginning of my eighty eighth year.
I went to a nice party last night with games and lovely food, and came home through deserted dark streets just after midnight. (When I got up this morning at 7am it was still dark all around with curtains drawn.) I wish there could have been a wild party going on with everyone outside doing the
Hokey Cokey.
Apart from writing this, I am making no resolutions. I shall try to live for the moment. This time last year, I resolved to lose weight as I kept seeing gruesome programmes about diabetes and losing toes, feet and ultimately legs, so I made valiant efforts, until about August when I went on holiday and then I lapsed back into hot buttered toast and full fat Greek yogurt, and I think I will carry on the same. Whilst staying with son in Winchester last week, I surveyed myself in a full length mirror ( I haven`t got one at home) and realised that though not fat, I am a very odd shape, so there`s old age for you, you can`t win.
Today, I am having a neighbours tea party. I put the invitations on the Christmas cards (we all send them to each other here) but said` don`t answer this, just come if you can`. I am sitting here wondering if there will be a stampede of elderly people arriving at once, dropping their sticks and trying to balance cups ot tea plus mice pies and crumbly Christmas cake. By using (damp) garden chairs, piano stool, kitchen stool, I can seat about twelve people in this very small bungalow, but what if they all come? Or none of them, and I am left with piles of uneaten scones and cakes? I had hoped to have thirteen year old granddaughter T here as she is good at crowd control, but she is going to the Football with her dad. But luckily daughter J will be here. And if no one comes we can sit and play Scrabble or watch old black and white films on Channel 81 on the TV I have only recently discovered this wonderful device. It is very addictive.