There’s no Place like Home…

Well, I’m pleased to tell you that I’m home again.  I must admit that it’s lovely to be back in my own wee flat.  On the whole I enjoyed my Scottish break, but the thought of being back in my own bed again was very appealing.

Georgie has been an absolute star while I’ve been – well, not exactly sunning myself – but away over the border. She’s popped in every day and checked the post. She also unpacked my new duvet and remade my bed.  I’ve just checked the fridge and she has also put fresh milk, butter and eggs there for me.  

I enjoyed the log cabin for a holiday, but as ‘tis often said – “there’s no place like home” and it’s good to realise how much I love this place.  I’ve lived here for less than a year but it feels comfortable.

Perhaps I need to go back and update you with what has happened since our last conversation.  Mrs. M and I had been taken to a different hotel, some five miles from where we had been staying.  I don’t know whether anything happened at the cabin after we left.  No-one has told us anything and Bertie didn’t mention it, so I assume that everything is as we left it.

Bertie came to the hotel yesterday morning and collected us and our luggage and drove us down to Carlisle.  Although there was a heavy covering of snow around Loch Lomond itself, once we were on the main roads the snow ploughs had done a wonderful job and the roads were fairly clear.  Of course, by the time we reached the motorway the snow had disappeared completely.  We arrived in Carlisle just before 1pm and after Bertie parked the car we found the pub where we were meeting Alex.  We decided to order some drinks first and Alex rang me to say that he was about ten minutes away and would see us shortly.

Although Mrs. M had a G & T, I decided I would prefer a hot chocolate, which is always my tipple of choice when I’m out on a jolly.  Bertie was drinking mineral water, and brought some menus over for us to scrutinise.  I don’t like eating anything too heavy when I’m out, so decided to have mushrooms in cream and white wine sauce with garlic bread.  It was available as a starter or main course, so I decided that I would have it as my main course, but only a small portion.  The staff were really obliging and said that lots of folk ask for various things from different parts of the menu, and they were happy to provide whatever the customer wanted – whenever possible.

A couple of minutes later I was delighted to see Alex striding into the pub.  Bertie went and got him an orange juice and the two men decided to have steak with chips!  By this time Mrs. M had decided to have the same as me and ordered mushrooms and garlic bread.  I must say that it was absolutely delicious.

You know, my dear I was so pleased to see Alex – he’s a friendly face who I know cares for me without me having any underlying questions as to his loyalty.  I’ve known Alex since he was a baby, although as he has only just moved back to the Liverpool area, I haven’t seen him as much as I would have liked over the past ten years.  I’ll tell you more about Alex, his wonderful family and the relationship between us in my next post.

We decided that we didn’t want to stay too long in the pub after eating as we still had more than two hours of travelling time ahead of us and of course, Bertie had to drive back to Edinburgh as well. 

We enjoyed our lunch and by about 2.30pm we were ready to leave.   Bertie said goodbye to us – I thanked him for letting us have the use of his cabin and chauffeuring us to Loch Lomond from Glasgow when we arrived a couple of weeks ago, and then collecting us today and driving us back to Carlisle.  Bertie and Alex then went to the car park and transferred our cases from Bertie’s car to Alex’s estate car.  Alex then drove back to the pub to pick up Mrs. M and me while Bertie headed north back towards Edinburgh.

Once we were in the car, Mrs. M nodded off very quickly, which wasn’t a great surprise as she often has a nap in the afternoon.  Alex and I chatted quietly, but I said that I really wanted a conversation with him privately when I knew there would just be the two of us there.  We then changed the subject and I told him about the cabin and how nice it was.  In fact I suggested to Alex that I was sure that Bertie would let us borrow it again as long as his family wasn’t using it at the time.  It would be a little small if I were to stay there with them, but I’m sure that something could be sorted out as the living room has a sofa bed which could be pressed into service.

Alex told me how the children are settling into their new home.  They are both so young that they adapt very quickly to new surroundings.  The eldest will be starting at nursery school after Christmas and the baby is just beginning to find her feet.  They are at a wonderful age where everything is exciting for them. 

Alex told me that they will come to see me on Sunday, so I can see the little ones again and then Chrissie will take the children to the park, if the weather co-operates, or the leisure centre where there is a ballpark for the children to play in.  Alex and I can then have a little chat and I’ll try to remember and explain to him everything that has been going on during the past few months.  I’m sure Alex will be able to guide me and he knows that I value his opinion.  I may not always agree with his views, but they are always well-reasoned and logical.    He is excellent at seeing the whole picture, whereas I tend to become rather blinkered and fixed on one part of the problem rather than seeing it in its entirety.

The traffic wasn’t too heavy which was fortunate and we finally arrived home just before 5pm.   Mrs. M had slept for the majority of the journey and only woke up when we were about ten minutes away.  She came back to my flat for a couple of minutes while Alex returned to the car to bring the cases in.    Once Alex had brought our luggage up to the second floor he accompanied Mrs. M down the corridor to her apartment.  I asked Alex to go with her just in case there were any surprises waiting.  Not that I expected anything – but to be honest you just never know!  However, Alex unlocked her door and walked inside leaving Mrs. M to follow him.  I was pleased to hear that everything appeared to be in order. Unfortunately she hadn’t asked anyone to water her plants, so sadly some will need to be thrown away.  Alex checked each room and apart from the apartment being a little chilly everything was fine.  She switched the heating on, but it won’t really be much warmer for 24 hours.  She has a little fan heater which she says she will use later if she’s cold.  It’s marvellous at lifting the temperature quickly, although rather expensive to use on a regular basis.  There is also a heater in the shower-room which, if she leaves the door open will warm the hallway and the bedroom.

Alex soon came back here and we had a quick cup of tea before he needed to leave me to return to his family.  It was wonderful to see him.  He says that he will ring me in the morning to confirm when he and the family are coming here to see me. 

I’m going to unpack now and put my case away.  I’ve just got some bread out of the freezer as I’ll have some toast and jam later.  That will be perfectly fine for this evening.  I also need to start some overnight oats and make a fruit compote or else I won’t have anything for breakfast tomorrow.

Right my dear, I hope that you’re happy that I’m home safely after my adventures in Scotland.  I just need to pop across to Georgie to let her know I’m back, although I don’t plan on staying there very long.  We will have a proper catch-up tomorrow and she’ll let me know what has been going on around here.  I’m going to have a quiet evening.  I may manage a little knitting, or possibly watch something on television for a change.  I’ll come back to you very soon when I’m a little straighter.  As Always –

With Love – Jan  xx 

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I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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  1. Glad you are home safe, Jan! Just watch out for Mrs M – I wonder if her “little naps” are her way of eavesdropping on conversations…..?


  2. I’m so glad that you’ve got home without mishap, and I hope that your door is securely locked, and nobody can get in unless you llet them in. Please still be wary of Mrs M. She still needs to tell you about what’s been happening, and I hope that nobody will hurt her in the meantime to stop her.
    Take good care of yourself. X


    1. Frances – yes, home in one piece which is lovely. I now have a bolt on my door which should make it very difficult for anyone to gain entry, unless at my invitation. I will be seeing Mrs. M tomorrow and hopefully have a decent chat with her. xx

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  3. Pleased to know you are home Jan – have a quiet evening with your knitting. I think you should still be careful of Mrs M – there is something about her that isn’t quite right and I wonder if all this dithering and faffing about with her knitting is just a ploy to make you think she’s not all there, but at the same time she is as bright as a button. Onwards and upwards xx


  4. So lovely to hear you are home (and everything is as it should be!)I have to agree with you about sleeping in my own bed!
    Waiting with bated breath for what happens next! I wonder if Alex will have any insights as to what has been happening? x


    1. Jane – It’s nice to go away, but on the whole, it’s better at home with familiar items around. I’m sure that matters will start to resolve themselves. Of course, there’s always something new happening around the corner. xx


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