Funny day

Today has been a funny day, funny peculiar, not funny haha.
The youngest is away for a few days, and this morning I ran my daughter to the train station, so that she could catch the train to Manchester, to go to a gig with her other brother. It's Oliver's birthday tomorrow, and it will be the first time I haven't been there on his birthday.
When you become a parent you expect the eldest to leave home first, but I know that doesn't always pan out. He's away at university, which isn't quite the same.
Anyway, with everyone away, I decided I was going to have a tiny bit of a pampering day. Apart from walking the dogs I have had a relaxing day. I even used a facemask..not a usual thing for me to do, as I don't wear make-up I think it was possibly a waste of time. Had a soak in the bath, had a take away and watched Crocodile Dundee II , as it was on TV.
It felt really peculiar, because I never expected to be alone as much as I am ..at my age. Although I have a lovely boyfriend, we spend a lot of time apart, and some days it just feels like I'm going to be alone forever, mind you, that is greatly preferable to where I was 10 years ago.
I'm sure things will work out...eventually.

Young Love!!

Valentine's day...despite having a bf for over two years..I didn't even get a call. Strange, you must think, but he sometimes goes abroad..and we don't communicate for well over a week.
Anyway, that is not what I wanted to write about.
On Thursday it was Valentine's day, as if any living breathing person could ignore it?
My youngest son spoilt his girlfriend rotten..there is no other explanation for it....if I was his gf..I'd have been over the moon. She got a handmade card,a lovely squishy teddy bear, a box of chocs and a lovely handmade picture of a panda...made from scratch by my youngest..then on top of that..he took her to the local Italian restruant for a meal. I really hope she knows what a lucky girl she is..although they are very deeply attached, and I know she does.
Over the last few months the two of them have become very close, and his gf has been through some very difficult times, and I know that if my son hadn't been there for her things would have been much worse. They are keeping each other happy, and I hope it carrys on. Right now, they are both away at her paternal grandparent's house..and am missing him already. Wednesday, and my "peace" will be shattered.
night all

Walking a tightrope

Sometimes, you chat to people and you see their reactions. If they are sat in the same room as you. And you know the people well enough, and if you can read body language, you can tell by the reaction that you might have hit a raw nerve.
But....if you chat online, you have to be aware. If you have studied English language you are at an advantage, because people say certain things when they wish to close a subject. I'm not going to say what, as it doesn't always work like that, but I am fairly good at telling when people have frozen me out.
So, when you are talking to someone online, it's like walking a tightrope, you have to feel your way. You might start talking about something, and they shut the conversation down, and because they have done that, they don't see exactly what you are saying, as they shut their mind to the next part of the conversation, as they think it is going to relate a happy ever after scenario they don't believe in...when in fact...it is something completely different.
Also, I'd never be so insensitive to rub a happy ever after scenario in someone's face, when they are obviously angry at the whole of the opposite sex. Mind you...I haven't been through things they have, but conversely..they haven't been through what I put up with for 15 years for the sake of my children. Relationships are hard..they are tightropes as well, in some cases.......sometimes you get a nice wide flat rope..other times you get a piece of thread so fine it cuts into your feet.
This might not make sense to some, but to other's they will know exactly what I am talking about.

A goal?

The physio says I need to set myself goals. So, here is one I would like to do, but dunno when.
I will set off in the morning with both dogs, walk down to the town centre. Then walk back along the prommenade. I am not going to set myself a return time, which is why I think I should take the dogs with me. I also think I should put my boots on, in case I feel up to making part of the return journey on the beach

Stairs!

I never thought about it before the other week, but the majority of UK houses have stairs, mine has rather a lot, it being a three storey terrace.
Why have I picked now to mention this?
Well, when Blue was staying last week, she claimed my stairs would "kill" her, as she was stopping in Oliver's room, whilst he is away.
I really never considered it before, even when I couldn't put my foot on the floor for 6 weeks. Stairs are just a part of my life.
I have 2 steps into the house at both the back and front. There are stairs into the cellar, a spilt flight to the first floor, and same again to second floor. Oh! and two from the half landing to the study and bathroom.
The only time there haven't been stairs were when I was very young, we lived in a bungalow, and on holiday sometimes.

Last week

Last week I didn't post much here aas I had a friend staying with me. I'm sure she'll blog about her time over here in UK.
I made a brief post on Book Addicts Anonymous about our trip to the bookshop.
Having company all week made the weekend feel a little unusual, as there'd been people around for well over a week, every day, and being alone on Saturday left me feeling lost all over again. I suppose I'd just got used to the company.

Getting back to normal

Well, On the Thursday after the plaster was taken off, I went for physiotherapy. Every time I go back again he gives me more exercises.
Last time I saw him he asked if I'd managed to go swimming, so that is what I did today. I only did 8 lengths. (Those who read this regularly will know that 8 is only a small amount of what I normally swim, but it's a start.)
Anyway, it feels like I am getting somewhere with my ankle, but I'm not rushing it. I need it to go right and stay right.