As the night starts to close its curtains, my heating is
turned on and a candle crackles on my windowsill. I have just come in from a
walk with my Waggatail and I can tell you this part of England is soo’oo’oo
cold today. It’s really dark and it’s only five in the afternoon. Outside had
an amazing smell of the bitter cold and our local chocolate factory. The smell
of the chocolate mixed with the icy air is amazing. Our avenue of all sorts is
so quiet today. I walked home with my friend and her Husband the other night it
was the first time my friends Husband had seen our street as he until recently
has worked abroad. He loved our avenue and said it looks so new, well I guess
it is really, especially in comparison to their houses. Mind you, their house
is so lovely, their kitchen is enormous. But our street is so nice, I’m really
glad we moved here. I don’t like the pollution that is given off in our town
and even surroundings, but our street is very homely.
The leaves outside are huge and crispy. When you can’t see
where you are walking, you just never know where you are putting your feet
until they are down. I guess if you had a white cane, your cane will detect things
like stones, gravel, leaves and rubbish that may be laying around. Thankfully
we don’t have that here, rubbish that is, unless it’s been a very windy day and
the bins have tipped over.
So, you could put your best foot forward and if it’s been
raining, you could slip if you stand on wet leaves, but when it is cold dry and
the leaves are crispy, it’s beautiful walking, feeling how cold it is and
coming into your lovely warm cosy house.
So, are we up to date with my blogs today? My insurance? The
man came it was a funny story. He was due between 12 and 5. At half two I
called them because I was told they would call me to give me a two hour slot.
The lady went away and came back to tell me that he is driving right now, but
would go to another house and then call me… The call would be within fifteen minutes,
no longer had I put the phone down, when a knock at the door. It was the man.
Haha, so, a phone call? Oh, he came in and first question was can I plug my
computer in please Mrs Cunningham? Me, Mrs who? Well, I let that ride and
onwards and upwards. He plugged his computer in and started
to tell me I had no chance in claiming. Oh my, so if I can’t claim for a huge
crack in my ceiling with the shower running through, what can I claim for? I
knew I had a battle on my hands, so I began to work on the man’s kinder side of
his heart.
Almost one hour later, he said he would write his report and
I will hear in a week. Oh, but that was after he asked me to leave the room
whilst he did a test?
He went to his car and came back with a mask. Haha, only me
this could happen to.
A mask and me leaving the room? He was only testing our
house for asbestos!!!!
O
K
Pick me off the floor right now? He said if we have
asbestos, the whole ceiling will have to be removed. Oh, great. So now I’m
waiting again, this time for an answer to see if our lovely house can kill us?
Well, now I will tidy his dirty foot marks up. He was a nice
man though. He will be even nicer if he gets my insurance to pay up. I know
next year our policy will suffer, but it’s the fact I can’t look for trades
men, I don’t have any energy to do that.
Well drama in our
house tonight. I’m not sure what the heck is going on at the moment, I think a
certain person has been spraying themselves with a can of red mist.
Words before I go.
Embrace every circumstance, own every fault, share every
joy, contemplate every mystery, walk in everyone’s shoes, heal everyone’s
heart, adore all Gods, preserve everyone’s dignity and speak humbly of yourself
speak candidly so that you cannot be misunderstood and let every syllable treat those who
need help.
Neale Donald
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