Sheltered Jimmy.

Though Jim had done the cooking for a few years, Grace still made the morning coffee.
Just as well Jim had heard her say three spoonfuls a few times or he may have been wondering what he was doing wrong, it still doesn't taste the same though.
Budget constraints are bound to reduce the TV package too whenever I can figure it out.

A timely bloom.

Peter next door's Fire (flame, whatever) tree is abloom now, a timely reminder of Grace every year.

Another fridge find.

This expensive looking bottle of plonk was left in the fridge by someone of far finer taste than Jimmy.

It was fairly flat but Jim still had a rather pleasant glass to polish off the remainder.

Stuff-up Jimmy.

Found some cream left behind in the fridge so turned it into a custardy like filling for some not so healthy treats, pity silly Jimmy put the top layer of bikkies wrong way up.

Verdict: definitely the wrong type of bikkies, should have used crackers.

I must also thank all those who have helped me and have sent messages of condolence, now it's time to see just how hopeless Jimmy can be in his new phase.

Healthy Jimmy.

Something amiss here, going to the trouble of making fancy topped bikkies just for himself. At least there's a solid dose of salt to liven the taste buds and make the health gurus shudder.

Fancy job.

Jimmy played phone games this morning, he removed the cordless phone as well as the VOIP set up that had no use for a couple of years. Finding a suitable bit of scrap wood Jimmy mounted the ordinary plain phone properly back where it served as the VOIP one in the past. It will now serve as the phone when required, but that won't be often as he has no desire to plug it in, Grace came to loath the phone ringing as much as Jim but now my nerves just can't handle it since it's usually just a call that's distressing.
I do email, Skype and even facebook but have no desire to filter spam on a telephone.

This is part of Jimmy's plan to reduce power consumption, the cordless was always on charge despite not being plugged into the phone line.

Older and perhaps wiser?

My mum left an orange in our fridge when my parents left, in years gone by since oranges are too messy to eat I would have just left it there till it got into a ruinous state. This time Jimmy juiced it and had half a tumbler of orange juice. Maybe he can survive being single again.