As the title suggests I live on my own except for my loyal friend Jet the dog. He and I manage well together ,although I can no longer go for walks with him but with the help of my dog walker we manage well enough. He goes out most days for a couple of hours and returns home tired and happy and what a godsend she is for me. She puts the bins out does some cleaning and general housekeeping duties when I am not up to much. I’m very lucky to have found her.
Life is its usual rhythm early morning wake up call. The dog thinks he’s starving and downstairs we come. Quick wee for him in the garden, breakfast in the kitchen and I too have a bowl of cereal and then back to bed until the time when I feel its the real start of the day for me.
I often wonder how I would feel if I had someone living with me. I would enjoy a cup of tea in bed {the only time I get this is if I stay overnight with my daughter} and the pleasure of having my meals cooked for me. What a chore it is to shop, cook and eat at least it is for me, especially as with advancing age comes the aches and pains. I’m sure no-one would want to live with me either to be fair and of course someone who could drive me to those pesky appoinments.