Not a whinge...more of a slight disgruntlement ;-)

Hello all, thank you for comments again and welcome to some new followers.  Seems more people are finding me now, since I gave up trying to make my blog private.  Not that I mind - I've got over trying to 'discourage' some people reading - if they insist on going to the trouble of finding me and reading, well then they can't get irritated if they read something they don't like.  Nobody is forcing them to read, after all.  Having been an emotional wreck for most of this year, I feel a lot stronger now...harder, even, and less likely to put up with things or people that upset me. 

I shall be glad when husband's had his eye test tomorrow and gets new glasses ordered - if indeed he needs stronger ones, which I'm fairly sure he will.  I know this is partly a man thing - he can't see what's right at the end of his nose, unless I point it out to him.  A perfect example - the other day in the supermarket I'd sent him off to get a box of 15 eggs.  He was gone quite a time, I found him in the egg aisle, standing in front of them, seemingly clueless.  3 times I pointed to the 15 eggs boxes and said 'there they are', each time he said 'where?'.  The final time I did say 'THERE!!' quite loudly and a woman pushing her trolley past at the time laughed and said 'I feel your pain!'.

He is terrible at washing up, he's got a lot worse lately, I have to re-wash more and more things he's supposedly already washed as they still have food or coffee stains on.  And he never washes the outside, bottoms or backs of anything!  I know some will say I should be grateful that he washes up at all, and I am - mostly.  But it's not much help if I have to re-wash half of what he's done, is it?  I've told him he should wear his glasses and he says he does...trouble is, it's usually his distance glasses he's wearing as he likes to gaze out of the window over the field rather than looking at what he's doing.  So, as I say, I'm fairly sure he needs new glasses!

It's our lovely neighbour friend's birthday tomorrow (she's a month younger than me), I'm just about to make her a bread pudding.  Not a traditional birthday cake, I know!  But she really likes bread pudding, it's one of her favourites.