I have NO idea......

 EDF have sent me an email to remind me that my tariff is going to renew at the end of this month.

They remind me that if I say nothing they will keep me on the current one.

I am on the tariff I took on when I moved into this house 2 years ago.

I have tried to look at the info on the my account/tariffs section online ...several times....but....I think 

they must have written it all in Serbo Croat as I don't understand any of it       

Trying, at nearly 68, to be a grown up......and not having any idea.......which is yet another reason to add to the pile of why living alone is just rubbish.

Rest in Peace.

 Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II has died.

It feels like all bets are off now for the world.

I am not a monarchist....but she was always there and seemed to offer some sort of comfort.

A sad time.

Having a lovely time......

 

Another little break by the sea...I'm counting my blessings.

Booted and suited?

 Nearly 20 months ago I was walking....and walking....and walking......on a daily basis. It was 

Covid times, I live alone, and via a network of good friends, I was able to walk in a beautiful place, almost daily. Those days out walking were partly responsible for me maintaining my sanity through tough times.

Yet on one of those last walks, something happened to my left heel/ankle. I thought it would calm down with some rest, but in fact the pain increased and the last 20 months have seen my ankle swell/go down/be hot/just bloody hurt. So 'limping Lil' I became. As there was a lot happening in my life last year, I put dealing with my ankle to the back of a long list, and when she was lucid, my Ma said to me 'you're still limping ..promise me you'll get your foot sorted' So I promised. A GP looked at it and referred me for an xray, which showed a possible fracture, some tendon problems and some bone spurs...it was recommended that I have a course of pain killers...tick.....have a course of extra corporeal shock wave therapy..tick...rest it..tick...don't rest but exercise....tick......most recently I was referred to an ankle and foot consultant who organised an MRI. Which showed a piece of bone sticking into my tendon...he said 'that looks angry..which is why it hurts' ......anyhoo. He has suggested that in couple of weeks I have an injection and be fitted with a 'boot' for six weeks. I'm guided by him of course but don't see how this will fix the problem....and yet he stresed he really really doesn't want to just go in and remove the offending bit of bone.

I am a 'sheeple' person....a follower not a leader...so I obey orders. Has anyone worn a boot and/or had the same problem? My nephew is a medico and looked at the MRI too...he also stressed that I 'shouldn't have the operation' Is it because I'm old? or NHS resources are stretched enough and I should go away and not bother them? or that the bone spurs are likely to reappear?.

Whatever......I'll take the consultants advice.

Recommendations?

 I'm planning to go to Belfast with a school friend for 2 nights at the beginning of November.

We are two 'ladies of a certain age' who have been friends since school, and both have a November birthday...so instead of meeting for a meal and drink as usual we thought we would take a flying visit to somewhere we haven't been to before...to walk and be touristy and have a drink.

Having never been before we don't know the areas.....does anyone have a Hotel they can 

recommend? 

If only I had the wall space...........

 Last weekend I was lucky enough to go to Bilbao with my beautiful daughter. I had always wanted to go and see the Guggenheim and as I haven't quite got the 'travel alone' gene that Rachel is lucky enough to possess, my daughter and I went together from Thursday to Sunday. It was perfect. The weather was kind and we had a fabulous time. I am blessed to have a good relationship with my kids and grandchildren, and (without dwelling) getting through the past 5 years would not have been possible without them. We walked and talked and ate and drank and laughed and cried and hugged and ....sensibly..this time we did not share a room. Previously we have shared and as I snore like a ...well I'm not sure what....it has been a bit challenging for her in other years ...Paris and Budapest and Venice......the extra cost was well worth it and now that I am divorced and single I have sufficient funds. I did love the Guggenheim. I know it isn't everyone's cup of tea but what is? We saw so much that we loved. I did not like all that was there but fell in love with a HUGE painting by Anselm Kiefer

As you can see from the top picture the painting was enormous, and I was transfixed. The second picture is me just being delighted to be at the Museum.....and the last one is a dreadful picture but made us laugh, as I had asked for bread. ham and tomato....the bread and ham were very tasty but the tomato came as a little 'jus' in that squeezy bottle....which of course is probably very normal to so many of you but I am quite provincial and it was so funny to me! Normally I wouldn't post pictures of myself, but I am entering into a new chapter of my life and feeling...for the first time in Oh So Many years...dare I say it?

Happy.

And the world still turns....

Moaning Minnie is leaving the building....time to have words with myself, get over myself, and move on....with fingers crossed, with optimism and hope....wish me luck and watch this space x