On the half eight bus today. Earliest I have been to town. Looking
at selling the house and moving area. So lot’s to think about. The town was so
quiet, well, of people. So much traffic unbelievable the noise. Really
deafening and when you need your hearing so much, it was hard, but not half as
difficult as when people are bouncing off you. Spoke with some lovely people today
to do with business and so on. Hub home today so we glided through our sunny
dusty town, like a cowboy on horseback in a sandy scene from a 1950’s movie….
Well, OK, not quite, Hub onto Long Chops, me with Michael,
my white cane. I only crashed him once and it was a stylish one. Wrapped around
a metal spikey fence. He choked and after I brought him back to life, spared my
blushes, blaming the heat, on we went.
Did what we needed to do, and back for the bus home. LC
thought she had been robbed. She indicated our normal three shops, but Hub said
no, not today and she huffed and puffed as she loves working and to come home
too soon wasn’t good for her. We were back for quarter to ten, Hub straight into
work and will be working till tonight, then packing for tomorrow. He is off on
business. Two days in the south.
Tomorrow, teen off to the mad house. He will spend three
days there. Thank God I am away from that life of hellish idiots. At least
roughing it, mixing with dimwits, will show him all sorts of life, for experience
for his own, life.
He has had a good summer though; first saw the sights of
Norway, then weeks with friends who played all kinds of sports with him and the
odd illegal night club thrown in. The weather has been kind for our kids this year,
normally children’s summer holidays are full of rainy days. It’s another hot
one today.
Tomorrow Arty will walk two of my dogs. I hope it stays fine
for then?
Last night Hub and I lit a candle for the 100 years since
world war one! Not because we agreed with war but to remember the poor people
who had no choice but to die and for their families left behind with dread,
fear and the worst worries!
There has always been war, and yesterday I was disgusted as
Teen Hub and I watched a greedy stupid individual from the US, who has developed
a game / head set that you look through and hear a child singing in Sierra
Leone, then an explosion can be heard and all hell kicks off. The maker of the
game said/bosted she put her own money into the project to make it. Oh wow? Are
we really meant to be impressed? Would the money not be better off spent on
helping people to be fed or receive fresh water? Or medical care? Or counselling?
Or give time to the people who are innocent in this heavy heated hell they find
themselves born into. To make money from others disasters is a crime in itself!
OK a glass of water time to take a breath. Before my last
lesson with my Polish student. She has come on amazingly well with her English studies
and has been a pleasure to work with,
Take care Bloggets, won’t you. Xx
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