Good evening Bloggets. Today I went to visit my dear friend
who just happens to be my hairdresser too. He’s the best. I love to visit him. He’s
like a brother. The town was awful. There were protesters against Brexit.
People say there were one thousand people there. It was intimidating. It was a
total stressful atmosphere. Before three in the afternoon too it was full of
drunks. I can’t stand going there. But I love my guy and it’s been four months
since I had my hair cut. It was desperate.
Hairdressers are so noisy now days. And they don’t make
sense. The first hairdressers I went to where my friend worked, was a very well
known one. You walked through the door and straight ahead was the counter. But then
to the left and right were the seats. The last one he worked, was the worst, as
there were steps to the sink for example. Todays was the most unusual. When I got
to the seat, I seamed to be in the middle of the room with someone in front of
me someone behind. Sounds all around. Thank God James is so lovely, he met me
and guided me all the way, I love his new way, as he washes hair as well as cuts,
so I don’t need to worry as like other places, there is the hairdresser and
then the person who will wash.. the
person washing used to walk off afterwards expecting me to follow.
You are getting your
hair cut, how many ladies look in the mirror to see the progress? I can’t do
that, but I do trust him. The funny thing is, you know how I’m always trying to
act as a sighted person, well today was no different. I found myself talking to
him looking through the mirror in front of me. As if to look at his reflection.
Well firstly, how stupid is that? Secondly was there even a mirror there? Haha.
He was talking to me at the side of me at one point, then I thought, stop doing
what you are doing and look at the poor guy. He wasn’t cutting then. I really
don’t know why I try to do stupid things like that. I guess it stems from just
trying to fit in. well didn’t fit in this afternoon getting there for sure. I stotted
into so many people. I got shouted at by one woman. It was hell in the town
today. But now my hair is so soft and I have had the thumbs up from my boy. He
loves my hair cut. And he is very particular.
I got home, Hub was in the house I was starving. I couldn’t
be bothered to cook for the family, so I suggested a Pizza delivered. Hmm. I thought
that was a good idea. Well Hub isn’t eating. BW is into only health food. So,
that left me. Normally I would say no, I’m not ordering a Pizza for one person.
But stuff it… I did. It came. I couldn’t eat it all as always, and I only ordered
a medium one. But hey, it will keep till later.
I need to get back into reading books on my kindle. Those cold
days are perfect to listen to words written by wonderful people who share their
talents with whoever will listen or read what they have to say. I have to
confess I don’t read like I would like to my head is too full to relax enough
to be able to escape into another world. I admire my friend JB who listens to
her books. I would feel so guilty that I’m chilling whilst I should be doing
something, an yet, I can write, but when I do that, my mind is working, when I’m
listening to a book, my mind thinks of something else and the books just
background sound. I can’t seem to be able to get into listening and relaxing. But
in my plan, I really wish to do so!
Today is the tenth day of November 2018. One day
until Remembrance Day. I feel so sad at this time of year. Tomorrow on such a
day would have been my Darling Dads birthday. How I miss him. I have been
robbed of 20 of his birthdays. How I wish I could have one more chance to buy
his jumper, and his pair of slippers. How I wish I could hug my Dad and say
happy birthday to him. Tomorrow is a day we remember the soldiers. And for me a
day I remember the best man who ever lived. A caring kind funny loving Dad. I
burn inside with pain. I miss him so much. I wish he could have got to know Hub
and my Son more!
My Dad was a great soul, and they say that great souls never
die. My Dad never told me off. He left that to my Mum. Smile. He never showed
me how to live, he just let me watch him, and learn from his ways.
So, Dad, wherever you are, who ever you are with, I wish you
a very happy birthday. I hope people where you are now are showing you the
respect you deserve and giving you the love, you should have, because you
always had so much love for others.
I wish I was going out tomorrow to keep me busy, but I’m
staying in. Our dogs may be going for a lovely walk locally. But apart from
that, I guess it will be a day of housework. But you never know, I may be
surprised what will happen.
Before I go, remember don’t wait for opportunity, create it.
What you will allow, is what will continue. Until later. X
