My days are taking shape and having a little structure. Even without work its strange how easily you fall into a pattern.
The day begins any time between 445-630 – whenever my menopausal body decides its time. I don’t mind as I enjoy the solace of early mornings. What were suspicious glances from the two ginger cats, Ronnie and Ricky are now more, ‘oh hi its you, can you feed me or can I go out?’ which is easily fixable.
Then coffee – those that know me know I love a decent coffee. With recent events I haven’t progressed past instant (yuck) but luckily Roma (in the apartment downstairs) brought up a coffee press today I could have kissed her! tomorrow will be all about getting some decent ground coffee. Ive sourced oat milk so an instant coffee with milk followed by a social media catch up. Then reading – ive got a couple of books on the go and am enjoying having the time to enjoy them. Then a few housework jobs, want to keep the place nice for my friend and then to tame the mane. Thos of you with unruly hair will feel my pain in warm climes. As I abandoned hairdryer, straighteners and any form of comb or brush I am at the utter mercy of the hot sun and dry winds here. So my choices are thus – large mop of homeless looking hair or high bun type thing which actually gives me a smile face lift if I do it tight enough – believe me at my age you need all the help you can get.
Im becoming fond of my friends little blue Fiat Panda, its nippy and dented in all the right places, which means you can wizz about with gay abandon on the other side of the road, unlike all the tourists I their pristine rental cars! Hell im practically a local.
Off to the hospital to see my friend and check on any progress with treatment etc plus of course any local gossip and what’s happening in the world etc. not sure which is most important but equally interesting. The hospital is fantastic, there are no visiting hours, the parking is free and they even offer you a meal if you are there at dinner time! I do have to add at this point that its not NHS.
After visiting I scoot to the local supermarket Mercadonna to pick up any supplies. Im loving the fresh veg on offer, peppers the size of your head, huge nets of fragrant oranges and tomatoes that smell divine. Im determined to cook fresh and often and find the prices aren’t unlike UK.
Afternoons are spent reading, writing and enjoying the sun on the balcony. Its very strange here without my friend but I know shell be back very soon.
Evenings are cooking, more reading and local radio ‘Atlantis FM’ There is a TV here and UK programmes available but im not the type to sit and watch so im not about to begin.
The day begins any time between 445-630 – whenever my menopausal body decides its time. I don’t mind as I enjoy the solace of early mornings. What were suspicious glances from the two ginger cats, Ronnie and Ricky are now more, ‘oh hi its you, can you feed me or can I go out?’ which is easily fixable.
Then coffee – those that know me know I love a decent coffee. With recent events I haven’t progressed past instant (yuck) but luckily Roma (in the apartment downstairs) brought up a coffee press today I could have kissed her! tomorrow will be all about getting some decent ground coffee. Ive sourced oat milk so an instant coffee with milk followed by a social media catch up. Then reading – ive got a couple of books on the go and am enjoying having the time to enjoy them. Then a few housework jobs, want to keep the place nice for my friend and then to tame the mane. Thos of you with unruly hair will feel my pain in warm climes. As I abandoned hairdryer, straighteners and any form of comb or brush I am at the utter mercy of the hot sun and dry winds here. So my choices are thus – large mop of homeless looking hair or high bun type thing which actually gives me a smile face lift if I do it tight enough – believe me at my age you need all the help you can get.
Im becoming fond of my friends little blue Fiat Panda, its nippy and dented in all the right places, which means you can wizz about with gay abandon on the other side of the road, unlike all the tourists I their pristine rental cars! Hell im practically a local.
Off to the hospital to see my friend and check on any progress with treatment etc plus of course any local gossip and what’s happening in the world etc. not sure which is most important but equally interesting. The hospital is fantastic, there are no visiting hours, the parking is free and they even offer you a meal if you are there at dinner time! I do have to add at this point that its not NHS.
After visiting I scoot to the local supermarket Mercadonna to pick up any supplies. Im loving the fresh veg on offer, peppers the size of your head, huge nets of fragrant oranges and tomatoes that smell divine. Im determined to cook fresh and often and find the prices aren’t unlike UK.
Afternoons are spent reading, writing and enjoying the sun on the balcony. Its very strange here without my friend but I know shell be back very soon.
Evenings are cooking, more reading and local radio ‘Atlantis FM’ There is a TV here and UK programmes available but im not the type to sit and watch so im not about to begin.
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