I may return to Blogger, my other blog is playing up. I don't know whether it's my server or Wordpress or what, but I can't get into it tonight and I'm losing patience.
It's now six months since Tim died and his house in Reading is on the market. It has to be sold, I am not moving there and it would be absurd to keep both of them. It's a lovely house and would make a wonderful home for a new family, especially if they love to throw parties. It's perfect for parties.
Today, my sister Wink and I took my younger son Ro out for lunch at his local pub, which was really excellent. His small children were with us and the children's menu was a decent one, including the option of the Sunday roast that Ro and I had. The children were adorable and behaved very well. It's worth getting children used to being in restaurants, if possible, because they learn how to behave in company. Young Perdita had fish fingers, mashed potato and peas and she pretty well ate the lot, and it was a generous portion. She's only just two, but she has a very healthy appetite.
I'm lending Ro my car, because I've bought an electric one - I've kept Tim's lovely 14 year old BMW and it is expensive to run, so I've got one that's cheap to run, to balance it. But Ro could do with a car and it's a decent one, so this makes sense. We had a quick run with it this morning - it's the first time he's driven an automatic and he didn't quite know what to do with his left hand or foot. It' won't take long for it to be second nature. I've always alternated between automatic and a car with a clutch, it's fine ... mostly. Next time I go to Reading, later this month, I'll go in the BMW and it's fine until, after a long time on the motorway, you come to a junction and, ahem, forget about the clutch. I haven't actually stalled yet.
If you're used to an automatic, an electric car isn't that different. A few things to learn, though, no doubt I'll report back.
Sometimes I think that Tim is just behind me, but I don't look back because he isn't. It's all very dismal and lonely, but of course it is. I cope as best I can, and my holiday in Atlanta, back in January, was wonderful and did me a lot of good.