It can only get better

A brighter day all round today not only weather wise, but my temperament too. I have been walking around with a permanent deep scowl on my face just lately, that if I took my mother's advice and wore a hat outside, then it could be screwed onto my head!
Still my washing is on the line and a brand new brave face to crack on with the minefield that they call 'pensions plans'.
Jack came over again for another go armed with some more details and spent ages talking to CAB on my behalf, bless him.
It's amazing when you are lacking oxygen that everything becomes a trial. I look at people when they are talking and it's almost like they are talking a foreign language which is pretty sad of me really, as I used to be so on the ball.
I think it's this fear that you only have one shot at getting your pension right or you live with it for the rest of your days. I'm sure it's not as drastic as that, but with all these programmes on the TV about people committing fraud, that I'm petrified of getting something wrong and spending time in her Majesties hotel sewing mail bags and worse, handing over half my pension back to the government.
I just know that I would have to share a cell with a huge butch woman, that would tie me up with my oxygen tubes, so I would became her sex toy!
I said to Ruth, my physio today that I feel constantly stressed up to the eyeballs and scared of anything and everything. I know it's only a blip, but I am wondering if my shoulders will ever relax enough to come down from around my ears ever again!
Still, I have been asked today if Ican appear in our housing assocation's news letter about having my shower installed. Apparantly I was the 500th job to be completed or something like that. So fame and fortune coming my way, but not till Friday so I have chance to do my roots!

Lots of love Debbie x