Nanna houses – Dreamyoga

This morning, we have been looking into “nanna-flats” in the West of the UK. Two simple criteria of proximity to Waitrose and a Café Nero seem possible to satisfy within our tight budget. If we had a quarter of a million spare life would be easier but we don’t. “They” say don’t buy a “retirement” flat because they do not keep value. The idea of a concierge, some assistance and shared gardens is not unattractive. There are plenty of nanna type facilities for people who can prove they are 60+. Purposed retirement flats for the disabled seem a good solution. Accommodation without stairs and disabled friendly seems to future proof. It does not matter what happens to the property after we die.

The simple equation is that any house move needs to happen before I have any kind of operation on hips etc. I can still lift. After operation that will not be possible. This puts a time frame of a couple of years tops.

A brief look suggests that the French health service will fund something like 50% of the cost for a mobility scooter and that is not guaranteed. (Il faut discuter.) The rest may or may not come out of top up insurance.

Top of the range GTI model scooters with a top speed of 8 mph come in at over £5000. Dependent on battery the range can be 30 miles. These would exceed the French mobility scooter speed limit. In the UK you can drive on road, in France it is supposed to be pavement. Most scooters in the UK can handle 20 stone. I have a 33% leeway in weight gain.

Riser recliner chairs, dependent on functionality, are £500 plus. I can’t say I am a fan of the décor of most. Sooner or later, I am going to need one. The recliner bit is already attractive. I will be just like my father.

The cost of living back in blighty is likely to be higher. I reckon that in the Jan-June exam build up season, irrespective of UK location, I could get at least £100 a week tutorial work for A2, AS or Baccalaureate science. Previous experience suggests that pre-exam panic creates demand. I could probably handle doing a maximum of 4-6 tutorials a week. If I did not give a shit and winged it, I could do more. But I like to thoroughly prepare which limits the number which are comfortable.

There are no obvious possibilities for income in France.

The NHS is probably better at funding disability support than the French system.

It is going to be much trickier to sell here and buy there. I doubt we could get a same day completion. This suggests an interim rental period in the UK. When the cash arrives in the bank here, we would be good to go and quickly so.

No obvious showstoppers but choice is limited.

This looks like a possibility which has physical plane reality and feasibility.

Hmnn….

This morning it is spring. The sun is shining, all the cats are happy and the two male ducks were swimming on the pond. It is quiet here.

Looking at the pond I was reminded of the annual clearance work which makes it a blank canvas for spring. It is clear, sooner or later I am not going to be able to do this. I thought to myself “was that winter longer than usual?” We are immersed in nature. Maybe now I could consider warmer climes.

We will need to downsize possibly to a house that is convenient for my (our) increasing disability. It is a when question. At the moment there is a brief hiatus in the medical appointments. I am due an MRI on Friday for my sacral/lumbar spine and a lung CT on the following Monday. We know there are antibodies to fungi in my blood. The CT scan will see if I have a colony in my petri dish lungs. If so, I will be on some antifungal or other, something ending in “ole”. My guess is that the pain levels are not sufficiently elevated yet to warrant any kind of operation. I don’t anticipate that anything can be done for me, anytime soon. I can self-medicate in the meantime.

I have had a look close to “parc y scarlets” for bungalows. At first pass it looks feasible to get a property either disabled ready or easy to adapt, close to the South Wales university hospitals. Provisional feasibility is established.

There is a weird sense of waiting for something. Don’t know what. There is nothing pressing / urgent our end. There is a sense of need for change. It is not huge yet. It is a hint which may get larger or fade.

I think the world and humanity are lost. There is no sense of communal direction. The initiatives to ease climate change seem dead in the water, thanks to our cousins the other side of the Atlantic. We must wait for genuine catastrophe before we, as a species, can be arsed to act. Which kind of puts an altitude recommendation on choice of nanna house, it must be 50 metres above sea level.

Every time I have contacted the outside world it has inevitably fizzled out and gone no-where. There is a lesson herein. The take home message is that I am by and large done. People are busy with what is important and pressing for them. Even if that is pissing about in social media. I have cast a fly and there are no takers.

At one level I suspect that some have unfinished karma. On another I know that there is no chance they are ready to even begin to face that “reality”. To me it does not matter if I am right or wrong.

Shit happens and then you die…

The blog is up for renewal soon. I could cancel it, bin it and erase various temporary email addresses, to make some “space” to see if anything new comes in.

Since we got fibre broad band, we now have a “fixed” line telephone. The other day it rang. We had no idea what the sound was. We looked at each other. It turns out it was Orange calling suggesting that we update out on-line answering service. Why? So far, I have made two calls to HSBC customer service, possibly in Bombay via UK. Nobody has the number…

Yeah it is quiet today… soon the witching hour lunch traffic might begin.

I will be making a batch of Teriyaki marinade this afternoon and doing some long overdue pruning…

The right to stay in France expires in under a year…need to keep an eye on that ball…

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