Philip (Phil) England

Looking back at the past week in my life and health. Sunday 15th Feb: Woke up sick again, feel cold and shivery now, not good. Was going over to Dad's later, may go Monday now, see how it pans out, back under the duvet I go. Didn't get out of bed until around 11am, and was a slow day, almost never got recycling out, but did it, my back didn't thank me. Monday 16th Feb: a bit achy but nothing too bad, was sick in early hours again, getting to be a regular thing. Left eye is wheapy. Wednesday 18th Feb: A slow start, a while to get out of bed. Felt cold all day, just couldn't get warm at all. Friday 20th Feb: Had Amazon delivery, on the delivery instructions I put leave by back door, where was it left? By my flat door. A knock & run delivery. Too heavy for me to move by myself. Saturday 21st Feb: Lower back and hips in agony, got bag of top soil to put outside (Hannah helped me with that), got to bring some compost in so I can start marigold plabts off inside ahead ...

I've been living in my flat for just over seven years now, and something is missing. I need someone to share my life with. I long for someone to cuddle up with on the sofa, someone to snuggle with under the duvet. Someone to make me smile first thing in the morning. There's not as many gay bars as there used to be, so where on earth do you meet someone? There's an app for that, Grindr, an app to meet guys, only problem is it's full of idiots and time wasters, no one wants to meet anyone on there it seems. Any suggestions? I'm single and don't look bad for 48yrs old. Please someone, rescue this lonely single male with own home and car, willing to travel, good in the kitchen, non smoker... 100% house trained

Fireworks, noisy wizz bangy things, they really do scare the be-jesus out of people and animals. Two of the dogs I sit for, Nero and Harley are both scared of them, petrified of them even. Harley though, it seems, is no daft dog. She has discovered a safe place.in her owners apartment. It's the room with no windows, it is the bathroom, a windowless cocoon for a dog that is scared of the fireworks. She jumped into the bath to escape the noisy bloomin' things. Her master, Carl, wanted to make it comfortable for her , put her dog bed and a few blankets in there for her. I saw a photo of her in her comfy space, she looked very content. When will the government ban the private sale of fireworks? They should be for sale only to councils, community organisations and religious establishments.