Yesterday, being the first day of my working life without Hazel in the vicinity, was both strange and painful. I walked to work and wished I hadn't as my right hip joint began to hurt by Charles church and was really bad by the time I got to my office. The day was uneventful apart from being told I was released from the database project as the big boss had wanted me back on support. When I left work, it was hammering down so I called a taxi and waited in the cold and wet for fifteen minutes for it, shivering when I eventually got into the car. The bed and mattress had both arrived as expected and, after a family meal with Ian and Lulu, Samuel and Corey and Kian, I began to assemble the stuff. With help from Ian and the two older boys, I finished this by about eight and, in considerable pain by now, went and watched two episodes of M*A*S*H. Then I went to bed. The bed is great, the mattress is terrific and the quilt is smashing. The fitted sheet is slippery and seems to move of it's own accord. It must be replaced!
Number one daughter is safely in Paris for her mucky weekend with crafty Pierre and his mum so we wish her well in her.....................endeavors.
Hazel has already frittered a lot of her pension lump sum and redundancy lump sum away on two ISA's and a special savings account. It just goes to show, "You can't trust an accountant".
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