CHEESY BALLS IN THE BANK
Good morning my Bloggets, I hope this finds you all well? If
not, I pray you will feel better by the end of this, or the end of the day?
It is six in the morning here. I just can not have a night
where I sleep more than two hours. I hate it, I dislike bed immensely. My chest
is tight and I am so stressed at the minute. Hub keeps talking about the fact
that he may lose his job in the new year
and though it would mean he would be home and I would see him and have
a normal life, I do worry about finances. I also know he would be just
dreadfully unhappy not working, as he is a
workaholic. He has so many qualifications and three degrees diploma’s and
so on but would really struggle in finding work. Crazy, but being blind is not
a good place to be when job hunting, it limits ones choices. Then when he finds
work that will be suitable, they say he is over qualified for the job. I am 99%
sure he will not be out of work, as he is just too good at his job.
Well, after yesterday’s awful day, where Hub and I woke up
full of hell, both of us telling our friend we don’t want to hear from him
again and Hub getting very angry with teen, rightly so by the way as teen was in the wrong, I have calmed down a
little and can see some fun in yesterday’s venture in the town.
It was an awful day the town was packed of course it would
be and we did get lost, but we did find the bank in the end. God it was a
nightmare though. I blooming hate being blind. Everything is so difficult and
stressful. Makes me wonder why we are punished in such a way?
But when we did get to the bank, Hub with his £300 coat on
and a tatty old rucksack on his back, carrying a tub of coins we have been
saving for a year. Getting into the bank, via a book shop that had a closed /
locked door, being told by a what I was sure was a tramp, we were trying to get
into a locked book shop the right way for the bank, well, his description was “up
that way!” Very helpful, not. Bless him, at least he tried to help? Hahaha. Well when we found
the bank, an assistant told us the machine that counts your coins, was out of
order. Hub said “Well can you fix it?” They said no, I asked if someone could
count it by hand, I knew that would get a
reaction, she told us that the machine had been out of order for a
while, I thought that they were waiting for a specialist to fix it, oh, no, they
just needed someone to empty the thing. Someone from their bank, someone called
Dawn. Well, I asked will Dawn empty it?
The answer was, “Oh, well, I will ask her!” I thought, Please do, as we
are not leaving till we get rid of the brick in the bag.
Well we had some banking to do and this poor girl could be
heard in the background asking everyone if they could empty the blooming machine? No one wanted the job, not
even Dawn, but in the end after we did
our finances, we told the rather stupid man who did not know his left from his
right, we would wait until we got our money in the counting machine. In other
words, we were there to stay.
Soon Dawn came to the
rescue and suddenly there was a blooming queue formed at the machine that had
been relieved.
Of course we needed help as there were inaccessible buttons
to push. Well a queue formed behind us, my Black beauty had found a person to pet
her as she was tied to my left hand and the process began. The girl got down on
the floor with my Hubs cheesy balls tin. Hahahhahahah. Yep, we had took the
money to the bank in a tin of what was cheesy balls. The girl was on her knees
laughing at that fact. It’s not every day when you can say you took an
empty tin of cheesy balls to the bank!
Well, how stupid could the day get? Rather. The machine
threw out £2 coins. The girl looked up and said, “Oh, yes, the machine never
has liked £2 coins?” Why was that my Hub dared to ask, considering we collected
80% £2 coins in our tin! Answer? Ready for it?
“Oh, well, some of them are shiny!”
“Right, that explains
it!
Well then my lovely BB found the door and I confidently found
the right way to go, turning to the right for two steps, then thinking to myself,
“Fiona, what are you doing? So I then let my Hub take over
as I did not have a clue where to go. I don’t know how he does it. There are no
obvious kerbs or sounds in our town and the people from guide dogs said they
hardly train people to do our town
because of that reason.
Oh, God, bear with me, my Canary, Irish of course, has just
said good morning and though it is a gentle start to the day he will find his
voice after his cup of tea, well, his sip of water.
It is still dark but he is such a happy little soul he sings
in the dark too.
I find it so cute how he has a volume control on him, how he
starts off so quiet and at nights he is quiet too but through the day, he is
ear splitting.
He has a volume control, but only he can control it. Sadly.
Not us!
Anyway, back on track, we found our bus stop really well.
Hub was great, then we were told by a very nice lady that our bus was there as
she asked us what number we were waiting for. She got on the bus after us and
sat behind us. She was talkative and very nice, though deaf.
We could tell in the way she
spoke that she could not hear and she turned right around to chat with
me, as though to read my lips. It was rather odd though this face appearing
from nowhere, upon my shoulder.
But she was so lovely as are most of the people in our town.
The bus drivers are really lovely. Where I used to live in Northumberland, the
drivers were just dreadful. They had their personality and brains removed at
birth. Though the people back home, were the best.
So we got back safely to have a row with our teen that was a
bad ending to the rather stressful day, but at least we managed to do to some
what would be an easy task.
And we brought our cheesy ball tin back to start the saving
for another year.