It’s been a funny old week. I set off for MK from home just after to 7am on Monday morning thinking I’d leave early to miss the traffic but with the fog, it took me nearly an hour. Luckily I was able to get off at the services so my first stop off was Sue’s. She was expecting me and was already up and dressed and ready to face the day. We caught up with a cuppa and then she had to go out, leaving me to search for a staple gun amongst our tools in Sue’s garage. Phil was convinced that he’d seen it one of the boxes but could I find it? I ended up going through all of the tools but it just wasn’t there and neither was the box of staples that he also said he had seen. In the end I gave up and took myself off to the gym.
Aside from searching for the staple gun, I had a whole list of jobs to do in MK, things to buy and things to take back to shops but in my rush to leave early I’d left half the stuff back at the caravan. It wasn’t a productive day but then maybe I just wasn’t in the right frame of mind. I stopped off at Sue’s after the city centre for one last cup of tea and then drove back home the back way. Phil had showered and was already changed into his pyjamas when I got home but I couldn’t complain because he’d been busy laying insulation underneath the bedroom and also he’d made a liver and bacon casserole. Of which I was very grateful for because I was starving.
It wasn’t the nicest of days on Tuesday but Phil was determined to get the skirting fitted at the back of the caravan. It was very wet on the ground because it had been raining most of the night and I did wonder whether if it was the best day to tackle this job but I desperately wanted the skirting fitted so I said nothing. Again, this wasn’t an easy job because Phil was working with a load of old skirting which the previous own had just shoved under the van. Phil had to first fit a baton of wood and then work out which bits went where before screwing them down. It took him the whole of the morning and he managed to get it all fitted by lunchtime. How secure it is and whether it will survive the storms, I don’t know, but at least it will cut down on the wind factor and hopefully stop our pipes from freezing.
After lunch I went to the gym leaving Phil home alone. I had a good workout and a swim. On the way back I managed to find a long stay car park so and find my way into the town centre. I am very slowly beginning to find my way around Northampton. It’s taking time but I am getting a little more familiar with my surroundings and am not so panicky. I can find my way to a Tesco’s, Sainsbury’s, Morrisons and Primark. I have yet to explore Weston Favell Shopping Centre and for now I am still doing most of my shopping back in MK.
On Wednesday morning Phil had me awake at 3.45am. This is a fairly regular thing these days and its making me feel knackered. We read in bed for a while but got up at first light. It was freezing in the caravan and I wasn’t surprised to see a frost outside when I opened the blinds. The gas fire was put straight on full and it warmed up fairly rapidly thank goodness. Phil did some writing and I got on with some domestics and then after an early lunch we went to MK.
First stop was Sue’s to drop off bags, beer and 2 bowls of chicken chilli men that I’d cooked for me and Sue’s supper. Sue, bless her, had not been having a good day and I think it all had begun to get to her. She had her final inspection at the Caldecotte flat on Monday and I think it must have been fairly emotional closing the door on memories for one last time. I think it also has been bitter sweet returning back home. Sue’s not been having a lot of luck in the white goods department either; the tumble dryer that I gave her blew all her downstairs electrics every time she put it on and the second tumble dryer that she got from a friend wouldn’t get hot. On top of that, her broadband wasn’t working, her phone line which had previously been on, had gone off and her washing machine had packed up. And I think it was the washing machine going wrong that was the final blow. Sue had phoned me before we left Overstone and I’d managed to order her a new washing machine on line for from Curry’s but even that wasn’t straight forward and I managed to change her PIN number.
Phil went off to the OU to change his books and not long after he’d gone SCS turned up to deliver Sue a temporary sofa and a snuggle chair. Phil came back to pick me up and we went off to B&Q and Staples and then it was back to Newport. By this time it was cracking on for tea time and Phil decided to go early and pick Steve up from Westcroft and bring him back to Sue’s for a beer before going to the pub. This worked well and after the boys had gone, Sue and I ate supper and drank wine, lot of wine. All too soon Phil was back from the pub and joined the party, and well, it was the early hours before we got to bed. I think after Sue’s bad day, her plan was to get comatosed; we didn’t quite get there but there was some numbness, which for me, was still there the following day!
Sue made us sausage sandwiches for breakfast and we weren’t in a great rush to leave because the new washing machine was down for a 7-11am delivery and I wanted Phil to plumb it in for Sue before leaving. Well, we waited and we waited, 11am came and then Sue phoned the customer service line who said that the delivery was scheduled but was running late. Typical!! We left Sue to wait on her delivery and went back to Overstone stopping off at The Manor to collect the post. I persuaded Phil to have a look in the shoe shop in the garden centre where he managed to find 2 pairs of shoes.
Unfortunately when we got in the van, we had completely forgotten that we had put the alarm on until the security car turned up at outside. Actually, not only did security come but also the site manager just a few minutes after. We felt a little silly but actually we were really impressed at how quickly they got here. It was a lovely afternoon, so before lunch, we decided to take a walk around the lakes. The ground was mulchy underfoot with wet leaves but it was good to be out in the fresh air and gave us a chance to clear our heads. We were almost back to the clubhouse when we heard a shriek of joy coming from a tree. We investigated, only to find an angler who was ecstatic because he’d just caught an eleven and a half pound yellow coy carp. The angler who turned out to be Toby told us he had been trying to catch this particular fish for 2 years. His joy was obvious and quite lovely to witness; personally I don’t ‘get’ fishing but obviously Toby did. He had all the kit and before we went he got Phil to take a photograph of him and his prize catch.
After our walk, yesterday afternoon was pure slobbing out in front of the television. I did do some paperwork and some filing but did join Phil on the sofa when the urgent stuff was done. The only time Phil left the sofa, aside from going to loo, was last night when we went out to get a Chinese takeaway. I wasn’t fussed but of course as soon he dished his out, I had to have some. So much for the diet. Still, I don’t suppose it matters, I am out tonight for dinner and then Sunday we are away on our surprise holiday. Bring on the weekend!
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