It’s cold and wet today. How much more of this country can I
stand? Answer, until I win the lottery, I have no choice. Everyone I know
around here is going away for the weekend, as it’s bank holiday. Teen came from
work and he said that so many people are going to France as they called in his
shop to buy jerry cans or whatever you call them to put petrol in, as France
are on strike as far as petrol is concerned. He has sold so many that they had
no big ones left so he sold one man, 12, tiny canisters… How long will that
take to fill? Haha.
Gosh, to get away would be so lovely. Or a walk along a
beach. Mind you, we would need our winter coats on as no way you could go out
there without a coat, and I’m not a lover of coats. Often I can be seen in
winter without a coat. Not if it’s this cold…
Windows, doors cupboards and work tops all items lifted off
and a good old clean as well as our cooker, fridge and other white goods. I
have vacuumed the floors and mopped them with a cherry fragrant liquid.
Don’t worry, it was meant for floors and work tops… Not to
drink. Though it has been known.
I ironed this morning and put more washing in. Just as I got
the basket down to nothing, my washing basket was overflowing. So soon when all
dry, my ironing basket will be full again. It’s a vicious circle. By two this
afternoon, teen had had three meals. Breakfast, brunch, lunch… So I was washing
and putting dishes away, wiping my clean work tops again and again… All plants
are watered and groomed a Wagging one.
As for the dog run, well my name is not on that today, Hub
can deal with it, as with the rain, it’s not the best place to be. Seriously,
whilst others are planning their weekend break, we are planning on, picking up
poop. Haha.
Oh, continuation of skinny jean saga. All week I have been
in but one morning. Not dared to go to things like the dog run to clean until
after seven in case my person comes to return the parcel. Today was the last
day he was to come. He didn’t. I called the company, oh, it has not been logged
at their end. Why? Because when the shop contacted them, they the collection
people, didn’t trust the post code. They said it was too long… hahhhahaha OK,
so say so and confirm with the shop? No, don’t be silly, that would be too
sensible. So they just ignore. And when I confirmed the post code, it was the
one they had. The one I have always had… Same amount of letters and numbers as
everyone else in the UK.
So now I continue to wait. It will be either tomorrow or Monday.
Great…
I hope Teen will be kind enough to pick up my painting from
town on Saturday? Then to get it hung on the wall along with my print of my
angel. I can’t wait to get them. I was told it would be a week. Why is
everything so blooming long? Over three weeks ago I made an appointment to see
my Doctor. I was told three weeks. When I was there yesterday, I was told
another couple of weeks for a blood test. Then ten days later another Doctors appointment
to get the results from my Doctor.
I couldn’t believe it had been eighteen months since I saw
her? Gosh, I would have guessed about thirteen months. She was as ever really
lovely, and, gosh, guess what? So were the receptionists. I was in shock. I
think after the last time I went to see the nurse; the man I was talking to was
so shocked how they were he complained. He was one of those gentlemen who don’t
say much, but when they do they mean it. And he was so cross in how they were.
As I have been back since to see a nurse and they were find, a little odd in
how they showed me where there was a chair, but at least they offered. As for
this time, much better but it’s really odd how people just can’t deal with
telling someone without sight, where the chair is? Hahaha. Oh, it’s a laugh.
I have been reversed like a lorry ready to offload, pulled
by the sleeve and pushed into chairs. Also people frees. They get to the chair
and can’t speak.
So if you can’t see. Guess what that means? You can’t see
the chair… Yep, to someone clever like you, this is obvious. But putting your
thoughts into reality, is something else. One thing not to do is push someone
into the chair. We don’t know what way the chair is facing, if we did, then we
can do the rest, honest. So, how to communicate with us, that is the question. Well
surprisingly enough, it normally involves using words and one very brief bit of
contact.
Tell us that is the back of the chair whilst placing our hand
onto the back of the chair. Same with a car. Say which way the car is facing,
our hand on the back of the seat and bingo, we are in. A lot of emphasis is
spent on cars, the roof. We can normally sort that out as long as we know which
way the car is facing. It can be done in such a calm way too. No fuss. Gosh the
lady in the Doctors it was as if I was ball room dancing with her. She put my
arm through hers almost up to my arm pit. She held on for life. With the hand I
was linked through she put my hand in hers and with her other hand, she placed
it on top. Hahaha. It was as if I was being escorted. But that is an
improvement on being told over there like they normally do.
We like to take your elbow, place your hand on the back of
the chair and we can follow your arm down to the end of your hand where the
back is… Easy peasy lemon squeezy.
Teen loving his car thankfully. Oh it’s so quiet in comparison
to the other one. Sadly, for the next year he is in debt with it, so his money
is going to be very low. Only good thing about that is, if he has no money, he
won’t be able to afford to see his so called father. Every cloud has a silver
lining.
Teen has given his
car a name… I can’t remember what it is, but it was a beautiful name. I don’t get
why men do that? Name their cars? What’s wrong with. Car?
Well I’m going to put my heating on… Seriously, its bitter
cold. So until later, stay well fit healthy and happy. Be true to yourselves.
Those who love you, love them more, as love is hard to come by. X
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