The week end looms again. Not that I'm grousing about it. I love the week ends but I am very conscious of time passing. It passes much faster than it used to, have you noticed. No? Well, you're younger than I am.
Shopping today again with my brother. I must cut down on stuff I buy. Since becoming a widow I notice I am not as well off as I once was. When I say well-off I mean unable to afford something special - like meat!
But price of fuels still goes up steadily. And the chanellor could manage only an extra £50 on my fuel benefit. Electric and gas for me last quarter was nearly £500. For one quarter!!! 
Something is wrong somewhere.
No, I must start counting the pennies I suppose. What shall I cut down on?
Heat? My bones ache in the cold. I could stay in bed I suppose and lose the use of my legs.
Food? Old people need to keep up their strength to survive a possible stay in hospital. Still, I am a bit overweight, though. 
But why should I go hungry? I had enough of that in the war.
I feel better now that I have had a good grouse.
Why not visit me here?
http://www.authorsden.com/gwenmadoc
See you anon 
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