Hi Bloggets. A really lovely and interesting day but boy, I
am exhausted! We had to get up at silly time and our electrician was fixing our
light at the front door well before nine. Today was the day when we were
meeting with my step daughter. We have not seen her for a very long time. A
year. I was really really anxious though Hub and I have been with each other
five years, we don’t see much of our oldest girl. I hope this will change soon,
I really do. To save some money, we decided to do the very very long and
stressful in fact, no, in my case petrifying walk to the train station to meet
with her. Oh God I hate that? I have only done this route once and that was
when we met with our friends Jan and Dave last year and I swore then never to
do that again as it is so very dangerous and almost reduces me to tears,
honestly. I am so scared. My Husband has one speed. No fear and is a dare devil
for sure. I on the other hand am like a frightened kitten. We started off OK,
but the traffic was appalling, I’m not joking. The noise was horrible. Huge
vehicles and emergency cars and trucks flying by. So loud sirens mixed in with
the engines of cars and trucks motor bikes and vast drilling going on from our
old town being repaired. Loads of tourists too visiting the city even had to
avoid three lots of people with suitcases on wheels and babies being pushed in
prams. There were times when I didn’t know if we were on the road or path as
some places have no steps. Then had to try to learn what was tactile paving or
cobbled streets or even just man holes. So much to take in. At our lights to
cross the road, some traffic lights beep, others don’t. What did and didn’t depend
on if one had a turning button on the bottom, so I had to find the button as
that is my job. Then stand holding it until it turned or on some lights,
waiting until I heard the beeping sound.
At more times than I chose to like, we seemed to be in the
middle of the road, as our poor long chops tried to take us to so called middle
islands. Oh God it was so scary. I am not joking. I am deaf my ears are ringing
with city sounds.
We only got a bit lost, but that bit was about twice and
took us ten minutes away. Our friends who do the walk take between eight and
twelve minutes to do this walk, we took over thirty minutes. But, we did it.
Standing waiting for our girl to come. My breath was racing and my heart
pounding as I was apprehensive to her visit. I wanted it all to go so well and
for her to enjoy herself. It meant a lot to Hub! I do feel for my x Husband as
I’m sure he goes through the same when he meets with my Son? If you don’t see
much of your child, it’s difficult.
So people did their normal things of walking into us even
though we were stood still. Hub with his guide dog and me with white cane. Huge
spaces either side of us but hey, let’s walk into the blindies? Idiots. I heard
the quiet voice of our daughter and we began our day. A walk back to the
bridge, down seven hundred and forty two steps.
OK, 32, but felt like more.
She runs rather than walks and I already had a traumatic journey to meet
her. Hahhahaha. I’m such a wimp, really I am.
Straight onto a cruise boat and to the top deck we took our
seats.
A drink of apple
juice from the bar and the tour of our historical cruise began.
We learned a lot about our town. It was great and a funny
thing happened. As the man was talking through the microphone, a lady didn’t
realise as she came up the steps and went to him to ask a question? He had to
stop talking and everyone laughed. Poor lady, she was embarrassed as she turned
to us all laughing and apologised.
Oh though the sun was wearing its hat, the wind decided to
visit too and it was so very cold. I joked with my Husband telling him the
money we were saving in our jam jar for my Botox; we wouldn’t need as my face
was frozen. Hahahaha.
He laughed and said he could spend the £35 on something else
now.
We gave our daughter a small gift and she presented Hub with
a CD she has recorded. She is heavily into music as was my Husband.
After one hour we left the boat, again trying not to fall in
the water, I did the leap of life missing the gap.
Then into our town and visited mine and our daughters favourite
shop. The soap shop
I have written about that before. It’s a land of girly
perfection.
Oh I love it. The soaps are tiny fairy cakes and sugar mice.
The smells are amazing. They are all in beautiful crystal
dishes. Tall dishes on thin stems.
It has old fashioned sinks full of bath salts. There is a
massive wedding cake all made from soap.
Sunday glasses full of fruit but the fruit is soaps. They
also have really weird soap, like tomato and basil and the best one, was one
that she chose, old fashioned book fragrance? I’m not joking.
And it smelt of old books.
She also picked a mouse, with a ribbon for a tail.
I got some peppermint bath salts, and then remembered we
have no bath? Haha haha. Oh yes, our bath has a hole.
Then into the music shop and got a book of folk music. Then
onto a beautiful hotel called the Grand there we were to meet with my boy. A
door man met us and led me off to our restaurant. Now I did wear my smile from
ear to ear, as he held my hand so high, like in the olden days, about shoulder height.
Into the beautiful restaurant to have afternoon tea.
My Son came and the wonder began. I had lemon and ginger tea;
our daughter had white rose petal tea and the boys a posh coffee. The
silverware was stunning and the three teard cake stand held finger sandwiches creamed
scones with homemade jams and the most exquisite cakes on earth.
The kids got on well and it was rather grand but very
precious too.
Teen kindly walked our daughter back to the station and then
came back to show us the bus stop home as I had had enough stress in finding
places we hardly if at all knew. Teen went for his bike to ride back home and
we caught the bus back too. Thing is with the bus, it was our time to get off.
I pushed the button, nothing. He didn’t stop. Someone behind me pushed it and
the driving kept going and then someone in front did the same. The bus was
driving happily along. Oh God, not again? Where would we be dropped off?
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