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Monday, 17 April 2017

DIARY OF COMING OUT BY FIONA CUMMINGS

Few, hello Bloggets. I’m here, for how long? Not sure.
Well our Easter weekend has been so very busy, but not going out on Good Friday for traditional Fish & Chips, and Easter egg hunts on Easter Sunday as for Bank holiday Monday? Hmm. Where to begin? I really don’t know; my head is in a spin!

Between trying to feed the family and emptying our kitchen, the two don’t really go hand in hand, I feel rung out like a dish cloth in a kitchen sink.

We have been trying to sell things on EBay. As you know from last week, I have been taken the photographs and putting them on EBay. Some things have sold, others have got a day or two to go.

Hub and I have worked like crazy for the past four days. On Saturday, he went up and down stairs at least forty times. Oh, my it’s been such a challenging few days. We are both exhausted and tomorrow he is on a half seven train, he has to change four times to get to where he needs to go. He was talking to someone today who said to him. “Oh well, you are used to travelling?” Em, used to it or necessity? Bless Hub he is so brave just because he works and has to use public transport, doesn’t mean he is used to it making it easier. Each time he steps out he still has the same anxiety as he did the first time he did it and each time something new could happen, and it is the not knowing what to expect that makes it difficult. Even sitting on the train, who will sit next to him? Who will be looking at him wondering why he isn’t acknowledging them?

What for some reason, he can’t find the door, he always does, but the nerves hoping that he will every time is hard. Little Fella of his Guide dog will be going with him. Again, hoping that LF won’t do his business on the station? At the end of the day he is a dog. He is great and hasn’t had any accidents for almost ten months now. But tomorrow will be a long day from leaving the house to getting home, it’s from seven in the morning till eight at night and the day after the same. Over the next two days he will be doing almost ten hours travel and 16 hours in a conference. I so badly wish he could see bless him then it would be getting in his car driving and life would be so much easier, rather than taxi to the train station, getting his tickets catching the train, getting off and on again so many different trains and another taxi to the office then same back again.

Boy Wonder had a lovely time in Scotland seeing Bruno Mars. They just seemed to eat loads though, my Son is now almost 15 stone, 200lbs. Luckily now he is back he is back at the gym so hopefully he will lose some weight there isn’t an ounce of fat on him, he is solid muscle, but to me, he is too heavy to be healthy. I can talk? Haha. Mind you, some good news on that later.

For Easter among the crazy kitchen moovement, I managed to make some Easter nest cakes. I did some baskets for the kids and the two of them loved them. The Easter Chick was very generous to us this year.

It’s my Waggatails 6th birthday on Thursday. And next Thursday, it’s the Little Fella’s third birthday.

The two of them have been so good this weekend as we hunted for our kitchen stuff, they were so well behaved and did an excellent job of guiding.

Well, dreading tomorrow, will tell you in my next blog. Later gators.

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