Today was my 71st birthday.
One year ago today my world changed.
On my 70th birthday my landlord, a man I imagined was a friend for the last 16 years, told me he was a liar and I would have to move out of the flat that was "mine until until I died" wasn't and his whore wanted it for his whorespawn.
I would have to move out.
No worries thought I, I will move to my son's place.
Over the years I have supported my son to buy his own house and done everything I could to make his home ownership successful. He had invited me to join him.
Unfortunately he is a drug addict subject to mood swings, I lasted but two months there before I had to leave.
I purchased a caravan and moved to Woodend Beach Holiday Park,
I have never been happier, the people there are fantastic people, living there was great ..... BUT
I got hurt. I developed a hernia problem that became a serious problem.
My doctor not just ordered me to change my living arrangements but initiated a series of events that has seen me move into a state house (read "pensioner flat") in Kaiapoi.
I sat in the sun today, over the day I have consumed a bottle of bubbles, a bottle of Pinot Gris, have had the meal I chose (I preferred, after serious consideration, not to dine out) and for the first time in years, I'm contented. I'm happy!
That's it. I'm happy!
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