Scrimping and saving, ranting and raving. Past retirement age.
I've planted some lavender plants by my door and some in a trough on the gravel.
I'm going to put a chair out there and sit in the sun.
I have a couple of troughs that I will fill with pansies and other pretty flowers.
Beano loves to be outside so he can sit there with me.
I'm hoping to buy a Crocosmia as I love them, so far I can only seem to find them 30 at a time.
Steve has been attacking the area outside our front window so if I do the patch by the front door we can each plant what we want.
Thankfully we've had no rain today, yesterday it rained almost all day. This meant that Beano did not want to go out. I managed to get him under the nearest tree for as quick wee a couple of times but that was it.
Today Beano has had three very long walks and will go out at least twice more before bedtime.
Steve has turned the heating on for a coup!e of days so it's warm in the living room. We don't use the heating in the rest of the flat.
The unit Steve purchased to go in the bay window is constantly covered in gibble as is the matching unit he purchased to stand the TV on.
We now have a dining table, I'm sure that too will soon be covered, I took a pic as soon as Steve had finished putting it together.
It's supposed to rain all day, this means Steve will be moaning and mumping all day.
Yesterday he spent time in the garden, he went to the garden centre with a neighbour. When they came back they planted out the lavender and pinks they had purchased.
Steve also cut back a shrub that was overhanging the path.
Today he is supposed to be putting together the new table he's just purchased, so it will be a day of sulking because of the weather and bad tempered shouting as he tries to build the table and chairs. He didn't read the description before he purchased them and didn't realise they were self assembly!!
A couple of days ago Steve told me I needed to start cooking again, not the carp I used to cook but 'proper food ' the stuff he's started buying from Iceland. In other words pre-fried food. Steve's always been an extremely fussy eater, I would go so far to say that he is obsessive about food. He refuses to eat any fruit or vegetables and eats only rubbish.
I'm not really very good with junk food and I tend to burn it.
I'm probably not allowed sugar as I'm allegedly diabetic.
BUT.
Living with Steve isnt easy, especially when the weather is damp and gloomy. He hates rainy days and complains non-stop
He frequently starts moaning within seconds of getting up. And everything that upsets him is my fault. It's my fault we had to leave the boat because I became unwell.
Today I went to the summer house to join in the quiz, I did very badly as it was a musical quiz and I couldn't hear the tunes but it was good to be with people who weren't complaining.
Within seconds of the last quiz questions Steve came over to the summer house with Beano to collect me. My time was obviously up!
In an attempt to avoid a murder charge I have bought a packet of Cadbury chocolate fingers. These I keep in the cupboard, if I manage not to shout at Steve or beat him about the head with a blunt instrument. I allow myself one chocolate finger once he's gone to bed!
It's rained on and off all day here.
Steve caught the bus into town, he needed some painkillers.
He treated himself to a pub breakfast and even remembered to buy the painkillers.
He also went to Iceland to buy bags of flavoured chicken wings.
Yesterday he suggested I start taking over the cooking he's beginning to find it tedious cooking every day for himself.
I couldn't cook a meal now, even if I wanted to, the freezer is full of junk food.
We only had one that needed changing, the others are automatic.
Steve doesn't cope well when the clocks change, he spends the entire day trying to work out what the time is. He finds it very stressful.
This goes on for a week or two, eventually he accepts the change and calms down.
He went to bed just after 7 o'clock, he was worn out.
I changed the sheets today, Steve complained.
He thinks the sheets wouldn't need changing it I slept elsewhere.
It's just something else to complain about.
He's also complaining that I'm not cooking, he's forgotten that he said everything I cooked was crap. I did tell him that I'm not prepared to waste time cooking if he's going to complain about the food. I'm also not cooking the rubbish he buys.
Steve had a couple of bad days, he could have started an argument in an empty room.
He ranted on and on, everything was wrong!
I'm pretty sure our neighbours can hear him as one of them phoned and persuaded Steve to go and help him in the garden for a few hours.
By yesterday he'd calmed down, he was very chatty and talked non-stop all day. I smiled and nodded, there is no point in me replying as he can't hear me. Not that he is deaf, you understand, I just don't speak clearly.
I was wiped out yesterday as the foxes outside our bedroom window were very active and disturbed Beano, so I'd had very little sleep. I took Beano out twice at 3am and again at 4:30, he paced around, sniffing for the foxes but they were well hidden. I tried sleeping on the sofa in the hopes that Beano would sleep if he couldn't hear them but to no avail.
So I achieved very little y'day apart from dog walking, I could have done with a nana nap during the day but couldn't sleep through Steve's constant chattering.
