The dreaded brown envelope arrived this morning, it sat there silently, nonchalantly even and so so still. It tried to adopt a charming demeanour as if it was exactly the same thing as the Iceland flyer, t
he Tesco Clubcard vouchers and the handful of junk mail lying there with it. Its corner poked out as if to say “I’m here! But don’t panic, I’m just another piece of mail”
Totally unaware of the pile on the mat, I was doing my usual Monday routine – putting pre conditioner on my hair ready for the weekly struggle into the shower. I like to have that 10 minutes to myself; doing the things that all women do to try and look decent before the indignities of having to have help to wash begins.
Once it was over, P left me casually drying on the bed and went downstairs to fetch me a drink. He shouted up as he always does “postie’s been!” and brought it all up with the water. He put the pile of mail on the bed and we both spied it at the same time. A look passed between us which went beyond words – we knew that this would mean everything; that we could keep the car, that we could still have a small income and hopefully a while before we had to go through the whole debacle again.
There was no rush to open it; there was a real feeling of breathlessness and trepidation but we knew it had to be done. So I opened it…….
I read it all through
I read it aloud to P to make sure I wasn’t mistaken
I let out the breath that I’d been holding
And then smiled! It was accepted and continued for 6 years!
Relief is one small word for the huge feeling that we had! That means the car stays, the hoist stays, the money to pay for the petrol stays and my nervous breakdown can be delayed for now (I’ll keep it ready for the next stressful thing I think!)
So today is a good day, my pain is relatively well controlled, my body is clean and my hair looks amazing! This is definitely a day to be savoured…….!!!
