Yes- is Gold Cup Day at Cheltenham and Two cannot be prised from TV coverage. He readily agreed to major concession, that I should Go To Supermarket On Own!!! How liberating! How merrily I skipped up and down the aisles, secure in knowledge I didn't have to locate Two, who is more than capable of spending five minutes reading the back of a packet of dried fruit. Mercifully I was not required to purchase fresh fish, as would almost certainly have bought wrong size/colour/species etc. With something approaching jubilation I shopped, paid, exited, and returned home in half the time it normally takes. Two was still glued to Cheltenham when I staggered to front door with bursting carrier-bags. Is hour later, and is still Glued to TV.
Have purchased More Anti-Wrinkle Cream in faint hope might erase ever more crinkles appearing on face. Accept is inevitable at my vast age will not eradicate all wrinkles, but game to the last I will Give It a Go. I am after all, Worth It.
Funny, sad, account of life for 60 something lady, who retires to the Derbyshire Dales with husband, knowing not a soul.
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