Good afternoon Bloggets. At last I can come to my lap top to
chat. It’s been a busy day, each day I know what is going to happen, roughly. Sometimes
there are surprises. Today wasn’t as much as a surprise, but a change of plan. My
intentions were to take my lap top outside and write anything other than work
related stuff. Instead I had to go to a shop I didn’t know how to get to. Involving
crossing that deadly road. And then where? Oh, my goodness. Firstly, my heart
was in my mouth. There’s no crossing and no gaps where the cars stop even for a
second to let me cross. It’s a case of listening to which direction the cars
are coming and going and dodging them. It’s dangerous as they don’t slow down
even with a guide dog. At the end of the road, to go up the kerb am I at at the
normal step or the huge one? Have I crossed
where the other side is grass, or onto the path or worse, it only happened
once, I crossed over but the kerb just didn’t happen. Oh, no, I realised I had
crossed on a side road. So, I had to ask my dog to find the kerb to the left as
that was the direction I was heading.
I stood for ages to wait for a passer-by. But there was no
one. Then I thought I heard footsteps but it’s hard to hear as the traffic is
so noisy.
Was it a person or a can rolling in the wind?
A person. But they wouldn’t stop to ask what I was wanting. Help
to cross over. So, I waited again, for ages by this point I was ready to give
up. But that would mean I did the hardest part of coming out of the house all
for nothing.
Then someone else came. “Excuse me, could you possibly help
me to cross?”” and I meant over the road, not dress…
It was rather funny; a hand took my arm. A man, woman,
child? A monkey from the local zoo?
Who knows, and to be honest, I still don’t know as they
never said a single word. I thanked them and, on my way, I went.
The person said nothing so I couldn’t judge the height of
their head, having said that where I live have very small home grown or not so
grown people. They are rather small. No aftershave or perfume or soft or hard
hands. No long nails no long hair touching my arm. No floaty material to say it’s
a dress and not even a limp to say it could be an elderly person, not that all
people who limp are old. Anyone watching my actions only when walking would
guess at least 77.
Then to the shops. At least there would be loads of people
there to ask which shop I wanted. And there was and I found where I needed to
be. Got what I wanted though inside the shop, the person serving wasn’t the
brain of Britain I hoped for. well, when I say brain, at least be able to
communicate.
It’s like yesterday, I told someone I would like my letters
in Braille as I am totally blind. They replied, so, would you like them in
large print?”” me, no, I can’t see any kind of print. I see nothing, Braille
please. They replied. “Well, if we send you the biggest print we have, we can
even put it on yellow paper, so it’s easier to see.”
Me, no, please don’t send me print. Her so, if I send normal
standard print, will someone read it to you? Me, no, no one, please send it in
Braille. I know you can, I have had Braille from you before. Her, right, I have
put it on your files, standard print is no good for you.”” Whoop whoopy whoop. We
are getting somewhere. And then she continued.
“So, it’s on your files to send large print but on white
paper.””
Oh
My
Days!
I then asked her did she have a first or a masters from university
at stupidity?
Then put the phone down. Let’s see what kind of letter I will
receive.
Back home safely, exhausted now.
Our Son is in the garden. He’s been out with his girlfriend’s
brother to the gym. Poor man, as my boy will have killed him off. He knows how
to put people through the mill.
Now he is in the garden with my adopted Son. Boy Wonders
friend. He’s a lovely lad, I have spoken about him before. They have a great
friendship. They don’t have anything in common and intellectually they are very
different but they are always there for each other. He’s more like a brother. He’s
a lovely lad. And today it’s our Sons turn to lecture this lad. Oh, heck, after
the gym, I wouldn’t want to be lectured by my boy. He’s full of testosterone
and ready to go!!!
But it’s sunny and they have a beer and they are I hope
enjoying a chat….
Hub home soon from my wonderful hometown and I think today
he has had a good one. Tomorrow away again but for once not by train. The trains
yesterday were challenging. He said he was on four trains rather than two just
to get there. Our trains right now are in a bit of a state. This doesn’t happen
in other countries. Well, Japan and Russia… having said that, I love to travel
by train, but not when timetables are well, just not on time and have no end
result.
Today only two trains. But this mornings was just under half
an hour late.
So, another shirt ironed for tomorrow and life continues. I have
a meeting in the afternoon and the morning I shall be dusting and cooking. Just
life. but as for crossing that road? Em, it will be a long time before I do
that again, in fact, I may never do that again. As for my Waggatail, she will
sleep tonight, but not sure her dreams will be pleasant. She doesn’t like
noise. So, I have been playing with her toy in the garden. With her of course. Haha,
I haven’t just been out there with a giant Kong toy on my own. Though it has
been known. Seriously, I through a toy for Waggs once but I didn’t just go out
there and throw it. I went out, teased her. Made stupid sounds you make to a
dog just before you are going to release their favourite toy. Ran around like a
headless chicken. And then threw this toy.
Waited.
And waited again. No little clippie claws running across my
back yard. In fact, nothing chasing the toy. Oh, no, I had thrown it too
enthusiastically. It had gone over the fence. That is why she was just looking
as if to say I’m not jumping over there.
Oh, oops, no, she was still in the house…
O
K
Stop it.
It wasn’t my fault. On the way out, she stopped at the
table. I closed the door and she had stayed at the table, obviously there was a
crumb and my Labrador is more interested in a crumb that any toy.
Needless to say, I came in and thanked God our back garden
isn’t looked over by other gardens. Or I should say people in their gardens…
Later gators.
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