Living alone is no joke as anyone amongst my readers who is in this position will testify. However one tries to fill ones time, however many friends one has, the fact is that in the long run one comes home to an empty house ( apart in may case for a dear little dog companion).
Sometimes days are like this too. According to my calendar for today, today should have been such a day and I earmarked it for those jobs which need doing but always get put to one side (cleaning out the cupboard under the sink in the kitchen, where I keep dusters, polishes etc.) and washing out the fridge.
But of course it didn't turn out like that at all. The lady who cleans for me on a Monday left at half past ten and since then it has been a whirl of people calling in to see me - and how welcome they have been.
When I had an hour to spare at lunch time I popped Tess in the car for the ride and we drove up to the tip with her old bed and blanket (she has
just had a new one. After that I parked in town,
did a quick bit of shopping and arrived home just as my gardener arrived. No sooner had he gone than a friend walked past and stopped to chat and then my dear friend, W. called in. As she went my little seven year old neighbour from where I lived on the farm, popped in with some eggs for me. What a social whirl and how much better I felt for it. Such a difference living here amongst people from living on the farm down a lonely lane.
Oh and in case you are wondering - when everyone had gone I did clean out the sink cupboard and wash out the fridge. I shall now go and read my magazine, which arrived this morning and which I have not had time to open yet.