CHEESY BALLS IN THE BANK

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.