So put on my shoes, after letting the dogs out to pollute in
their very own private toilet and got together, doggy doodle bag, treats, harness
and lead. Said bye bye to Long Chops and gave her a biscuit as felt sorry for
her. Told Wagga, not to show me up, take me where I need to go, most
importantly, bring me back? Was she going to listen to her Mummy? Well, good
start, heart pumping and the start of the roads were really quiet, not like
around here, turned the corner to the motorway, well, OK, busy road, no cars
again? Weird… Then I heard the wellied
booted man coming behind me at a speed I didn’t like. Heck, where was everyone
and where were the cars with those nice safe windows so they can see Fifi
Blogget being chased by a welly wearing man? Couldn’t think of enough alliteration
that fit the bill for the word man? Hahaheheh. Anyway, remembering all the
things my lovely friend taught me many years ago in self defence, I stood my
ground, thankfully not doing a Karate chop and flinging a passer-by over my
shoulder, but just was aware of my location. His footsteps got closer and he
was running. I says he, well, I presumed he was one, not sure on a sunny day,
why someone like a woman, would wear welly’s on a busy main road? Also the thud
of them, was a little like our transvestite in our street, but he is a builder
of some sort and he is a big man, well, most days?
Just as the threatening steps were on my shoulder, cars
suddenly passed by at speed, well that was the end of hearing anything, so not
sure where he went to, but not near me…
Back to normal, the noise was awful. And arms of overhanging
branches pushed me along, normally, they grab me with their needle like
fingers, but not today for some reason, they were soft leaves, no spikes attached
themselves to me. Weird as they always do.
OK, Wags was doing well. Turning when she was asked not
stopping, though the tail went mad at one point, the dogs that is, not mine… So
someone was looking at her, she wanted adulation, but wasn’t getting any from
me and I hoped she wouldn’t from whoever was watching us? Hopefully not the
welly wearer? Hehehe.
A huge bit of debris decided to play with my foot, I kicked
it off and it came back for more. Glutting for punishment.
Weaving in and out of the shops, passing by the dreaded
metal fire escapes, avoiding them by hearing when it went quiet. Listening for
the corners of the walls as the sounds of life changed again. Oh I’m getting
used to the way of blindness, used to it but pigging hate it… I mean, God alone
knows what my facial expressions are as I walk along, trying to feel with my feet
my surroundings, not to scrape my arms on the walls, to feel where the paths go
slippy before a step. Passing the second tactile pavement so I know when to
turn right. Feeling the cycle track white line beneath my feet so I know I’m in
the middle. I know bikes one side, people the other, stuff that, if a cyclist
can’t see to avoid me, they should be on a tandem…
“OK, sighted Bloggets, read that last bit again, then you
may get it? Hahaha.
Wagga did well, avoided the corner of the tiny edging at the
car park, if she misjudges that by a centre meter, I will really trip over it.
She did well. Passing the shops we go into and I told her not today, she
avoided the horrid ballads in front of shop windows and the shopping trolleys
too. Oh and I didn’t take anyone out today, didn’t scoop anyone up either, so
no points for me. Hehehe.
So this bit I don’t’ like. If I don’t ask Wags to turn left
at the right part, I am on the main road. We have done this before. So concentrate…
I need to turn left at exactly the right place. If I don’t, then I will cross
the side road and end up on a path only a foot from the path I want to go on,
but the wrong path will take me somewhere else. We’ve done that too.
Well, she did it; the cars pulling down that side road are
really quiet too as they slow right down… But we crossed and I asked her to
find the post box, she took no notice, oh heck, please don’t say I was wrong
thinking we were on the right path? She should have turned left to the post box
by now? She continued walking, and then stopped…
Oh wow, her nose was attached to the post box, to show me
where it was. Brilliant Wags, here’s a treat… She ate her tiny sweet then another
left into the walk way to the Doctors… Through double doors, four handles to
find, two of them locked. Two open. She puts her nose as high as she can reach,
but she is tiny. Through the doors and to reception. Sat waiting to see the
Doctor… Everyone who walked in, Wagga thought they were obviously coming to see
her… She lay wagging like mad. Then when they walked past her, she cried. Haha.
Oh to people listen is great. I did feel a little sorry for
this lady today though, my friend Julie used to always say, that I was so naive
when it came to people as I will talk to anyone, she would nudge me at college
to stop answering the people but I would find that rude? Then would learn that
they were indeed not quite right…
So this very well spoken lady began to talk with a lady with
a baby.
“Oh how old is she?””
Mother of child
“Oh she is a he and he is two weeks!”
“Really? Wow, hasn’t he got a large head?””
The poor Mum went quiet. Then the lady asked
“Is he your first?””
“No, third!”
“How old are the others?””
“9 and 6!”
“Oh my word, a big age gap? No wonder you have some grey
coming through on your hair?” I guess you are not getting any sleep? Is that
why you have lines under your eyes?”
Heck, get me out of here? Well thankfully the Mother was
called in to the man Doctor and leaving the lady to chat to others. She told an
old man that she is dreading getting as old as him, because she can’t imagine
her using a stick like he has?
Heck, I was so glad my back was towards her? Can you imagine
what she would have said to me? But I am so soft, I would have answered all her
questions, whereas no one in the waiting room spoke to her and I thought at
first, people were quite rude to her, but not the other way, though she sounded
so sweet? So badly wanted to make friends, just didn’t know how? Em, love, not
buy telling people how ancient they look?
Then my adorable Doctor came over to me. She is so lovely. Like
a friend. I love her. Some Doctors just shout your name from their office, she
never does. In fact, some practices I have been to, your name comes up on a
board…
Anyway, we went into her office talked and on the way out,
not sure what the other people waiting thought of us as we burst through the
doors into the waiting room, we were both laughing so much… All they would hear
her saying is
“Oh, the two of us will be in a heap in the middle of
reception!!!”
Hehehe. Well, as she got my arm as I left her room, she came
to my left, that is where Wagga walks, so she realised so went to the other
side, then was trying to hold the door for me and we just danced our way to
reception. I love her; she is so sweet, kind and interested in me. Do you think
she must have a dull life? Hehehe.
She walks me right to the outside door. As no way Wags would
without saying Hi, to everyone sitting waiting, then she would have to take me
around behind the desk at reception to meet and greet the ladies who work there…
OK, out into the air again. Oh this bit is not good. And
whilst Wags did the first bit good, she sniffed her way to our shop. I ended up
dragging her and it was a case of who was guiding who? At one point, I had to
lift her up, to get her nose from the ground.
She should have been a sniffer dog for the police.
I called into our shop for bread. Hmm. Ended up getting
cheese, cereal bars for Hub and nice biscuits for my friend and myself coffee
time when I got home.
Before me in the line, was a lady who spoke no English,
well, I’m not sure what she had, but she had to spend £50 to get money off. Not
sure how much, but her bill was £1.62 away so they tried to tell her, she didn’t
understand, they pointed and she then realised and in broken English, told the
lady behind the till to get her milk to make up for the amount… Two large milks
came back and then they told her she was 5p off. Oh heck… They told her she
could may be get a small chocolate bar? Well, who doesn’t understand the word
chocolate?
Her voice lit up… I think she thought she was getting the
chocolate for 5p? Well, she had three kids with her, so shouted saying to get
three bars… So obviously she then was over £50 oh, what happened? Hahahha. The
lady said no money…
Well, we had her purse out, her pockets emptied, she even at
one point asked one of her children to check their pockets, and they sounded
about four.
The pennies came out, one by one…
Until she had the right money... Off they went on their
merry way, the funny thing was, it turned out if you spent £50 you saved £5,
but by the time she bought her chocolate bars, it came to £46.98 so saved £3 in
the end…
Well, the lady behind the till said if I would be OK getting
out of the shop? I said yes, if your see me in half an hour, come to my rescue
please? Hehehe. Em, she laughed, but I wasn’t joking…
Well, just as Wagga sniffed her way under two tills, then
pulled me to the window to sniff at something else, we walked and walked, me
saying find the door, her saying Mum, nope, I will go to those rather tempting
chocolate bars thank you very much. Then I thought, oh heck, the door should
have been before now?
Then the lovely lady behind the till ran after me and said
you are on your way around the shop again…
Oh God I was so embarrassed…
I’m sure the people at that shop wonder how the heck I get home.
Well, join the list of wonderers?
But we did, passing the lovely sweet fragranced shrub, a
good sign to know where I am. The hump in the pathway and the bowing tree that
taps me on the shoulder as I leave my street, wishing me luck, and then taps me
on the head to say well done on my way back. I walked over the manhole, making
that familiar clinking sound. Then The silence of the huge wall of one of my
neighbours and the sweet smell of our roses. No wind today so no wind chimes
could be heard, but we walked to a door, and it was ours. So pleased back safe.
How do I feel? OK, not elated, just OK.
Then a coffee with my friend before she heads for the big
lights of London for the weekend.
OK, work time now. I
could chat to you all all day, but the voice on my computer is even getting croaky
and my fingers are becoming stiff with typing. So later with love…x
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