I thought I would make an early start today ,The desk is made up, as I am with it ! Maurice is still in bed and when he gets up he will want to put it in situe,so If I do the entry now we can ,do all the manoeuvreing after wards ....time management ! old habits die hard lol .It is now eight am ,so armed with a mug of coffee,Are we sitting comfortably then I'll begin .....
I retired at the end of October 2004,and because I lived on site in the bungalow that went with the job,I not only retired ,we moved house too,two very traumatic things to happen !The Bungalow we live in now is lovely,and for the first few months I was happy playing house,you know how it is, we decorated right through ,I was sewing and making curtains and a padded bedhead,at the same time exploring my new neighbour hood ....we had moved to the heart of the Fens.....After a while I began to feel there was something missing in my life ....because of the nature of my job ,As a manager of a sheltered scheme for the elderly ,interacting with people,ie the residents and the various agencies ,I soon found myself quite isolated ,and I missed using my people skills...Maurice had hinted this might happen when I first started to think about retiring...He advised me to think carefully before I actually made my decision,though physically very tiring,he felt I still needed mental stimulation,he can be very wise !
I have to digress here ,a minute ~To become a scheme manager ,you are required to do a Housing practioners course along with a manager/wardens course.I enjoyed all this,The first term we were obliged to take some set pieces ,ie First aid and computer training ...well I will tell you now the IT I hated ! the classes were too big, I seemed to spend the whole period wating for help! The next term we were given a choice ,additional computer studies or another medical course I chose the latter,and because of the nature of the condition ..I opted for Stoma care ,it proved to be a useful choice and the residents,who had, them valued being able to discuss with someone they knew ,in the privacy of thier own homes any problems they might have. I completed the course,when the year was up gained all my certificates and some letters after my name !We, by this time had all been given computers at work and it was a necesary evil I did what I had to do...and that was it, I didnt particularly like it,but got on with it .Maurice by this time had bought us a commputer so I was brushing up my skills at home .
So back to retireing about,last April ,my sister Jean persuaded me to go on line I took up my contract with AOL,and voila,spent my time exploring the net emailing my friends and family ,and generally surfing ,until one day I hit the blogs button !!!!!........There was Jeannette and her jottings ,I began to read her journals, then other people in her side bar,and then I got really clever I started to comment on the various journals,and made friends Jeannette and Sandra and Jules Sara and Jo ,then Jeannette started to suggest I started my own journal ....What ! shock! horror! what ever would I write about ?especially after reading their journals ....in the end after Maurice and my sister telling me I should,I took the plunge ,on September 1st last year ,I emailed Jeannette,saying "Ive only gone and done it " ! and I suppose the rest ,you could say is history! I've had alot of help along the way ...I admired Donna's graphic and told her so, but if I asked for one I wouldnt know what to do with it ! she promptly sent me back easy to understand instructions,and voila !Jeannette (travels)has also been a terefic suport,and Joan stranny daze and dear Ally ,,but if I list you all dear friends this entry will be far to long and I will get a wireless alert for sure ,that seems to happen ,if we do an, over long entry ,here in the UK ...So I think now its time to say ..have a lovely day my friends ,I hardly dare say it but the sun is shining here...another coffee ,then swap desks! and yes I will take a piccy for you lots of love from
Graphics,again today by Donna ......thankyou so much dear