All change
I am sitting in the little cafe in Waitrose, typing this, while Ken my husband does the shopping. This is something he loves and it used to be that he’d disappear off on an appointed day and return home with nearly all the essentials and few bargains he had found. A hunter gatherer in action. He didn’t usually go to Waitrose, but it’s very handy when he is also taking the dog to the groomers, as we did today. I am now the driver as his eyes have deteriorated. This is a fairly recent change and because we live rurally and he has many health appointments, it takes a lot of time. Including writing time. I’m sure he will accept that he can use taxis at some point, but for now it is enough of a change to be driven rather than drive. So I am in the process of adjusting too - taking books to read while he waits for his appointments at the surgery or hospital and my iPad wherever there will be a quiet place to write. And doing plenty of writerly things in odd moments, rather than wastin...