So....the assisted/independent living for my Boy is, as they say, 'orf'.

Why? When? How?

Your guess is as good as mine.

I know , via the unofficial grapevine, that the company involved in finding, maintaining, staffing the property had been in difficulties but ,officially, 'the assisted living is unable to proceed at this time'.

That's what we know.

It is a mixed wotsit. While our weary, worn-out, waning bodies are crying out for rest, our parental minds heave a sigh of relief that we won't have to watch him from a distance.

It is SUCH a mental struggle.

Meanwhile, back at the Ranch, M is now 4 weeks into his rest/redundancy/retirement. The hedges have never been so trimmed, trees never so lopped, woodstore never so full, my pantry never so tidy(now I can't find a thing..it may have looked chaotic but it was MY chaos and I knew exactly where everything was)(not that I mind) (I do, a bit) (I suggested that , in return, I 'sort' his garage/shed in my fashion....he laughed, knowing I would never be bothered enough to do it....) nor the Charity Shop so full of our gubbins.

Again, a mixed wotsit.

At the Bookface, life  is gathering momentum as we race towards the festive season. I was granted permission to be Christmassally explosive in the kids' Christmas window...oh ,we had such plans...then the PowersthatBe decided that this year we are going subtle..pared back...minimal.

😪

(Rudolph, cancel the animatronic reindeer,  the full size sleigh and the snow)

 ....it's ok..they were never in the plan but we have had to rethink the whole thing.


So..
time to get on with the day

Thanks for reading,  caring enough to get thus far.

The End