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Date: 03 July 2009 19:43:42
..well, it just is, really.
It's my day off today. I got up early to see the Smudgelet off to school and put the bins out, then lazed in the bath for half an hour before tackling the ironing and housework.
I caught the bus into town and did a bit of shopping - essentials, not browsing - and then walked to my friend's for a rather so-phis-tic-at-ed lunch with napkins, no less, and a healthy amount of random nattering. Then I returned home to await the return of the Smudgelet, taking advantage of beating him home to lie on the sofa for half an hour and snooze in the warmth and enjoy the gentle breeze that was softly pushing the voile curtain in the lounge back and forth alongside me. And as I lay there, half awake and half asleep, a random thought crossed my mind:
"I feel happy and contented"
Then I realised what I had thought. I feel happy and contented. Things are still not perfect. My eldest son is still struggling with incarceration and there is a battle ahead between various people about the degree to which we should be pushing him to apply for parole at the earliest opportunity (Personally I think it's a behaviour-management-ploy by the prison service to keep people as positive and cooperative as possible in the short term - a policy for which they can hardly be blamed but which may not be that helpful for the person in question). My brother is still fighting to get restitution for the dreadful way he has been treated by his employers. The bungalow is not yet let and I am paying out on two properties and, because I started work on 10th June, I don't get paid at all until the end of July - and the council tax want 1/3 of my year's payment up front - so money is really tight, my savings are almost all gone and I have a hefty loan from my brother to bail me out. And if I ever find my bed underneath all these boxes it will be a miracle. But I feel happy and contented.
God is good. My new home is lovely. I love my job. I missed OFSTED at school by two weeks. I have good friends and a lovely family. The Smudgelet has a social calendar that is beyond belief and appears settled and happy in his new school and new environment.
This is my life, and I am content with it.