Hopefully the world has moved on, and the front page on Wednesday is next weeks chip paper (newspaper used to be what was used to wrap around fish and chips to keep them warm when I was a child)
Whatever is going to happen will happen, whatever I think,feel or even do about it.
So Alex will go whichever route he's capable of going. Which since last weekend when strict boundaries were given by firstly, the police in arresting and charging him, and then by me in telling his the conditions of his continued residence in my house, he seems to have settled down a lot.
As for me, my house is awash with flowers, there are gladioli on the windowsill in the living room, there are yellow roses on the dining table, sunflowers in the kitchen, pale orange roses and carnations in my bedroom, which were a present a fortnight ago, and finally a fragrant bunch of sweet peas beside me on my desk, another present from a friend's garden to cheer me up.
And all of these flowers feature in the photographs that were taken of my house on Friday. My house is cleaned and tidied to within an inch, even Al's bedroom and his computer table! The only fly in the ointment is that dog has decided it's time for another moult!!! What that dog doesn't know is, that later this week she's getting a bath.... that'll sort her out, smelly hound.
I have felt held and cherished by all my friends this week. And I've been wonderfully surprised by the couple I go walking with, as they are not known for their tolerance and I went round for coffee. They had heard rumours about Alex so I told them all. I was fearing judgement, and they couldn't have been more supportive.
Unlike the rest of the neighbourhood, who are gossiping about me,my son and my dog at any opportunity they get. It's jolly difficult knowing that the people across the road and my next door neighbours (both sides) enjoy a good moan about my family at any given moment. I know this, as they are indiscriminate who they tell, and eventually it gets back to me.
So the For Sale sign going up in two weeks when all the paper work is complete, will give them a field day.....
And I can get on with the serious business of being obsessionally tidy in case someone wants to view..... Which of course having mild ( well I think it's mild, my sons think I've got it bad!)OCD is just a joy. And worrying also, about those people who want to view how I manoeuvre the dog around the house for them to see it all, but to also for them to retain all working limbs !!!
That said, the sort of tame wolf, sat on Trousers foot yesterday and demanded attention when we returned from walking, as in having her tummy stroked. So she has come a long way since January, but I can't be bothered to get her sorted for all viewers.....And I do have an expectation that I'm going to be inundated with them, well who wouldn't want to see round MY house!!!
So this Sunday unlike last is back to normal. I'm NOT crying and feeling lost at all. I'm sitting here avoiding the ironing instead....
Hope you like my blue theme of my pics. I do so enjoy changing them when I've thought of a theme.
