We started 2016 with plans to explore the canals and have more trips out in the boat, getting to enjoy our new choice of lifestyle and improve our boating skills.
It didn’t happen, and I said to Hubby this evening that I will be glad to see the back of this year.
Healthwise, it has been a bit of a nightmare for both of us, yet when we sat back to analyse the year and what had actually happened, to be honest, maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.
Our life is very laid back in a relaxed community. Any doubts we had about the sudden change in how we lived were dispelled in a few months.
Living on the marina means no passing traffic or cold callers, and generally it is so quiet, you can almost hear the proverbial pin drop. The above picture was taken across the river from our helm.
Ducks, geese, swans, moorhens, kingfishers, herons and cormorants are our constant neighbours, and the people here friendly but respectful of your privacy and space.
This year saw our Silver Wedding Anniversary and my 60th birthday in May.
Cue dog staying overnight with MSM and a night for us in a hotel with bath, bubbles and rubber duck.
A negative point was losing our money for the Stratford Boat Festival as ours was out of commission due to a gear box problem and couldn’t be fixed in time.
The good news was that the repair was covered by warranty and so didn’t cost us anything.
We still got to Stratford and had the pick of the river moorings. It may only be an hour or so by car, but by river? Three or four days!
We also managed other trips out for several nights at a time, so had mini breaks without the tourists or need to worry about packing and accommodation.
My boating skills have improved, and I have more confidence bringing her in or taking her out of locks or river moorings, though berthing onto our mooring here is still to be done.
Being diagnosed with breast cancer in October was a shock, and so ironic as it was Breast Cancer Awareness month.
There is so much good news to this though as it has made me aware of how truly blessed I am with so many friends, both here and in the blogging world, who have been so supportive and kind, the prompt attention, surgery treatment and after care I’ve received, and the luck of a chance comment made by a nurse attending to Hubby. It put me on the path to my weight loss which in turn led us to finding Humphrey early before he could do any serious damage.
The nosebleeds I had in April brought attention to high blood pressure which has since been addressed and resolved by this same weight loss.
Only needing long-term anti-oestrogen medication and a 20 session course of radiotherapy which will finish at the end of January, I am well on the way to a full recovery.
More good news on this is that Other Brother has also been supportive to the extent that I feel the rift between us has narrowed.
Moneywise, we are still afloat but will never be rich!
The spreadsheets have been kept religiously, but it didn’t help with the stupid tax man demanding nearly £500 in ‘underpaid tax’ that didn’t exist because some idiot had put 2016-17 figures into the 2015-16 tax year.
It cost us over twenty quid in registered letters and phone calls, and eventually we got a letter saying no tax was owed. But an apology?
Compensation for expenses?
Maybe 2017 will see us doing some of the things intended for 2016. Who knows?
With scenery like this, life is so damn good and I’m certainly not complaining.
I have an awful lot going for me now as this year closes and a new one begins.
We discovered years ago that if we planned anything it always went belly up, so I guess we will enter the New Year with ideas and an open mind.
One thing is certain, if we do anything, it will probably find its way into my blog!