Life Is Always Different Than You Think.

Sans Titre, 1929.
Jacques Andre Boiffard.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacques-Andr%C3%A9_Boiffard
 

How typical Richie goes out to pick up the last bits of shopping and 5 minutes later I can feel my bowels starting to move and I have no option but to sit here and do it in the bed.

I am  looking forward to hearing the front door open and its Richie, for now I sit here soiling the bed, typing while watching football on TV.

The sun comes by intermittently, thoughts of summer being shelved until next year, I do hope we will still get the odd lovely warm sunny day.

Feel bad greeting Richie with the news I have done it in the bed but there is nothing I can do, that is not in my power.

I hate being incontinent but have decided it’s a waste of time and energy being upset by things I can’t change.

Turns out I had not done anything, that happened when Richie laid me down to get the straps from the hoist around my legs, then he sat me up again and it happened then.

As soon as I got taken into the bathroom and had used the toilet, my life started to improve again, after Richie showered me I felt even better.

Now I am in the front room, watching Richie cook, the dogs have been playing are watching Richie in case he drops something tasty on the floor.

I have been noticing the evenings getting darker once again, guess summer is winding down now and we can look forward to hopefully a pleasant autumn.

Post Christmas Football.

Can't believe it is already the day after Boxing Day, now it is the countdown to the end of the year.

It will be loud here on Thursday, hope Spike and Marleen will cope as well as they did last year with the fireworks.

They are lying happily in their beds, playing with their toys and hoping we will give them some more of the delicious dog biscuits Richie baked for them last night.

We are having a nice relaxed day today, had a late lunch of fried egg, chips, slices of marinated crispy Tempe and fried bread and pickled onions and brown sauce.

Brilliant food, the haute cuisine of the English cafes, always used to like going to a greasy spoon in England.

Used to like ordering bacon, sausage, egg, mushrooms, beans and a fried slice (bread) and of course lots of hot sweet milky tea.

Occasionally a fruit crumble and custard as dessert.

We still have fry ups, now with slices of crisply fried Tempe and vegetarian sausages instead of bacon and meat sausages, sometimes we have fried slices of halumi (Cypriot cheese).

Football is on today, the post Christmas games; we have been watching the Arsenal v Aston Villa game.

In half time we watched an old episode of Dr. Who, even though we had both seen this one before it was still rather scary, I was glad Richie turned back to the game.

Still 0-0 and could end as 0-0 too as both teams are really battling with each other , as I typed that Fabregas scored a great goal for Arsenal.

What a game and getting better all the time now Arsenal are ahead, going to post this and watch the game.

Have a good day.