WW3 here. The council came to do her garden , neighbours
furious, told the council gardeners ‘there a lovely lady next door to her, very disabled, pays for a gardener and for a council wheelie bin, she doesn’t get help’ .
A friendly chap is now in my garden, my dogs and I are shut
in the bungalow, doors and windows closed, so hot, and she
next door is sitting in her garden with two from the mental
health team, three of them sitting on deck chairs !
*Doodle’, I don’t want to move to my younger daughter’s , her husband is too controlling and I couldn’t move away from my
younger granddaughter, I promised Catherine I would care for her children, couldn’t do that 220 miles away. And I love
them so much. They bring me sunshine as their mother did.