Moving through life's seasons
It is now two weeks since my mother-in-law was discharged from hospital into a nursing home and as she has now served her two weeks quarantine, yesterday morning we paid her a visit. Otherwise we are out of Lockdown 2.0 and I wonder if our Tier 2 status will, in effect, be exactly the same for us, plus some news on decorating here in the Dusty Museum. Continue reading “Weekly update – Grandma out from isolation”
An average week but without too many things breaking or going wrong. We are well and truly hunkered down; actually I’m quite enjoying it. I have a question for readers but I’ll start off with receiving a very nice letter. Continue reading “Weekly update – receiving a nice letter”
Another whirlwind of a week. Grandma (my mother-in-law) has been discharged, some decorating progress and more things are going wrong. Continue reading “Weekly update – Grandma, decorating and more things going wrong”
Sometimes I wonder if trying to reduce the heating bill, here at the Dusty Museum, is like sticking your finger in a leaky Dutch sea defences. Thing is, we haven’t even had sub zero temperatures this winter and I’m already worried. Continue reading “Trying to reduce the heating bill”
Weekly update – this week we have been preoccupied with nursing homes and the Continuing Healthcare funding question. After endless phone calls and even more cups of tea, we have cracked it, or we think we have, at least for the time being. Continue reading “Weekly update – preoccupied with nursing homes, funding etc”
And now, perhaps we’re art dealers? So here in the Dusty Museum, our decluttering continues and unwittingly we feel as if we are gaining yet another role in our retirement. Yep, art dealers. That’s on top of interior designers, supreme Olio-ers, carers and decorators. Continue reading “And now, perhaps we’re art dealers?”
There seem to be so many niggles with the Dusty Museum, our new home, it almost feels as if things are falling apart around us. So many things need repair, so many things held together with a wing and a prayer and have needed attention even in the short time we have been here. Continue reading “Falling apart at the Dusty Museum”