02/07/2016, Another glorious Saturday.

Am having the most wonderful time. Just me,myself, and I. I get up when I want, have or not have breakfast,take my Toshiba and walk half an hour to a shopping centre where I sit down to a perfect cup of coffee and freshly squeezed orange juice. I buy a newspaper, numerous magazines, read,write,and follow on Facebook what is happening in the world. I have lunch in the same excellent little restaurant,where the food is second to none. I have not been to visit my sister,even though we talk every day on the phone and e-mail each other endlessly. I have not been to visit my brother,but twice have met his daughter and handed her enormous bags full of presents. Otherwise I do not go anywhere,do not see any-one. Sometimes I need the solitude. In the evenings I try to make sense of my clothes. I have masses of them here,enough to supply a shop. My niece,my brother's daughter, has always been very slim,even though she has a beautifully proportioned figure,so everything I have was big for her,because very slim I am not. But recently she has put on weight,went up a size and a little and now a lot of my clothes fit her. I am overjoyed. On Thursday I selected at least 15 tops,many new,several pieces of jewellery,bracelets, necklaces, ear-rings,and a big bottle of SI,the most wonderful perfume both my sister and I adore. And a local bio hand-made body-lotion. I gave her almost unworn sandals,never worn sneakers and a new never used leather shopper. She is a single mum and I help as much as I can. When I was here over a month ago, it was her children and my brother, who were dressed top to toe. What about my sister-in-law,you may ask. Well,she is slightly bigger than myself, but as I love loose,comfy clothes,at least a size bigger than I need,a lot of them fit her perfectly.She hasn't had to buy a winter coat for donkeys years. This time I sent her 5 tops,2 brand new. The weather has been hot and sunny. As I am on the top floor all my windows are open day in day out. At times a little breeze moves the numerous papers that cover one half of my bed,but never are they blown on the floor. The idyll is at an end and tomorrow I must return to London.