Wow, another day in
the town. My Husbands suits had to be dry cleaned and they would not walk on
their own. He fixed his IPhone and it gave us rough directions. I was
terrified. Stepping out of the house is a huge challenge for me let alone go to
town doing a rout we did not know. How would we know where the steps were?
Which corner to turn, where were the corners? What bins would be in the way
that /this day? What would we do if we got off at the wrong stop? How would we
know if we were walking in the middle of a road, as sometimes there are no curbs
and you just don’t know if you have walked on a road if you do not know the
way. Well, we were with our guide dogs, my black beauty and my Husbands long
chops. My husband’s dog has a tail like a fox. Huge bushy and so long. It wags
all of the time too, she is so happy to work. Mine on the other hand says
“Mummy, will there be
a bed where we go?” She even lies down in a queue. Our bus came and we found a
seat, without sitting on anyone this time.
Well on it was a mother with three children. Two of them
should have been at school and the third one was a nightmare of a kid. The
Mother kept telling the child to shut up or she would turn him around, so he
could not see people. In the end, she did turn him around and he was not
bothered, he kept crying, in a angry fashion. The louder the child got, the
louder the Mother became. Saying things like
“I wished I had left you with your Dad? Well it was really awful, as just before
they got off, she stotted the kids head off the window. You should have heard
the thud? I guess she would have a quiet shopping experience? The child made no
sound as he was carried off the bus! I guess he was concussed?
Then it was our turn to get off. We were at the right stop.
We first went to the dry cleaners. We walked about fifteen minutes. My heart
once again was in my mouth Oh it was scarey. I really did not think we would
find it. We went into a shop and asked if it was near, we were told close, just
a bit further down. Went into another one, managing to find the door not the
window? As sometimes, I do look like a
window cleaner.
This time it was a café. She said just across the road. Well
the road was so busy and there was no crossing but in the distance, we heard a
beeping so we took the opportunity and crossed, praying the cars would not suddenly come speeding up. “Few, we made
it. My Husbands long legged long chops wanted to go for a walk down some steps
and we learned by listening that that was the way to the river. I can just see
that one,
“This way Mummy and Daddy, careful of the steps?” Next thing
we know, we have been walked on a boat. Well we resisted the temptations and
went into a shop and asked if they knew of the dry cleaners as this shop had no
smell, like you would imagine a washing place to have? So we asked if she knew
where the dry cleaners was and she replied,
“You’re in it!” To which a cheer could be heard by my
Husband and myself.
We did what we needed to do then the challenge of finding
our way back, vie the Cornish pasty shop and the lovely café Rouge again, I was
spoilt. The bus this time was easier to find as no road works and when we got
on, I had time to reflect our day, still numbed by the shock that we actually
managed to go somewhere where we did not have a clue in which direction we were
to go. Passing all of the shops with their different smells, wondering,
guessing, what shops they could be, wishing that we could see, so we could browse
like anyone with sight, but greatful that we did the jobs we needed to do, so a
chocolate orange muffin for the teen and a strong cup of tea when we safely
returned home. Tomorrow? What does that have in store? I wonder if we should
not get too cocky and chill at home, though my Husband back at work on Thursday
and then on for weeks without a break. So let’s wait and see?
I hope you have a good day where ever you are and be
grateful for small Mersey’s, as a little task like finding the dry cleaners,
made us proud, so no matter what the challenge you face today, be proud of it.
xxxxxx
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