There is something quite wonderful in knowing you can just about pay your own bills.
Things are a struggle.
My solicitor merely farts and there is a cost.
Mary is going to be spayed very soon and Ive only just paid off George's bills last month but at least Dorothy will not need any health checks and my overtime at the shite nursing home has paid for my present jaunt abroad and so I'm almost Square
But this first time in many years I have not got an overdraft too!!
I've not had to ask for the help of my family since my separation.
I've done it on my own and I'm proud of the fact.
I am smiling to myself as I type this and a loud American Queen at the next breakfast table has just shot me a " he looks a bit mad!" look.
I don't care....and I've let out a little chuckle..but I resist the urge to blow him a raspberry
I'm also feeling rejuvenated from my room's state of the art shower tower which pummels my naked torso with waterjets from at least five "nipples" dotted up and down its length
I pride myself at being able to work most intensive care ventilators but this shower tower has me beat.
I have no idea how or why it works
I just turn it on
And hope for the best
Very much like sex in your fifties I guess...
And with that thought dearhearts I will leave for another day.