It’s funny isn’t it, I’d forgotten about this. My Mum used to have her hair set each week.
The ‘therapist’ has lost a fence panel in the wind.
It’s too windy for the bike today, walked today. Others not deterred, saw Layla out on her bike. Looking strong. Would have used one of the electric scooters if I could get them to work. Son tried too. Maybe they only work with an iPhone, I don’t know.
Talk about how clients don’t come in when it’s wet or windy, rain mates. Wonder how many use the track and trace. Listen as the hairdresser tells us about his routine with covid testing… those unwanted scam calls the stress and anxiety they bring, non sense letters about broadband unwanted, more stuff for the bin.
Worries about the next vaccination today. Friend was poorly for two days. Wondering whether she should have it. We talk about the options, reassure. How I’d see it as a good thing, immune system kicking in, growing antibodies to keep us safer, better than the alternative. On balance better have it. She’s unsure. It’s booked in for next week. Husband still unable to get his, odd given the words about areas of deprivation. Tried again last night, still no joy.
Plumber coming later. Another source of worry, what if he doesn’t find what’s wrong?
I write, while I listen to the music and their conversation. Is she more relaxed now? Not so worried about the next thing. More peaceful in the moment. Heavens are we looking at a win! Conversations flowing. Tells me how she’s fed up, as soon as there’s a lull. When I listen to her thoughts it’s hard not to think that CBT might help, interruption to searching for the negative in every situation. But again as far as I’m aware, never been offered it. Is it ageism? Ableism? Others thinking it won’t help? Not everything is about grief. I don’t know.
Anyway I’m celebrating the win. That’ll be the second today. It’s bin day, we nearly forgot. Rushing about working together to get it out on time, before he went to work, the wind not putting him off, on his work bike.
I read last week about how our rubbish gets sent overseas. Shared a post on an eco site. Recycling ideas for fence panels, petition about rubbish. Someone commented well what should we do with it then? Surely it isn’t beyond our wit to come up with a better way? Not my area of knowledge, let’s hope whoever’s is actually gets something done.
As I’ve said before, they used to bury it here or burn in the garden. Thank goodness those fires are a thing of the past. It’s a nature reserve now. Not sure about what happens when all that rubbish seeps into the water table and it rots. Sometimes I wish I didn’t stop to think, worry about things that I know nothing about. It seem like we’re not very bright as a species.
and I’m frustrated by the limitations of our local recycling, such huge variation depending where you live. Pretty crap here if I’m honest but at least there is a link up with our Tendring primary school recycling scheme.
Talking about comparison. Visited a children’s playground with adult exercise equipment. Why wouldn’t we have those here? I remember writing to Dougie about it back in the day…oh hairs done. Adjust my mask, sanitise my hands.
On the walk home, tripped over a paving slap, third fall in as many weeks. Fell heavily, I thought the worst, both of is in shock. It’s normal to fall over, not attached to dizziness or anything just another misaligned paving slab to trip over. Shoes with good grip, steady despite the wind. Here’s a link from the world health organisation. Falls are costly for everyone https://www.who.int/news-room/fact-sheets/detail/falls
Anyway nothing obviously broken, all ok. Luckily two second hand shops close by, a chair quickly found. Passers by quick to help, grab an arm (please don’t do that). Asked to step back so that she could take a breather, check what’s what. Carefully on to knees, slowly up to sit on the chair. Take a while to check out the damage. A kind person with a wet wipe and a tissue. Whew, we’re good to go. Tissue tucked into torn tights. A proper dressing when she gets home.
Shall we go home? Have a cup of tea, get over the shock? No let’s go into town…Clactonian’s are strong, either that bloody minded or numb. I’d suggest numb. The way people are who live with microaggressions.
Nipped in to see if we could find one of those trolleys. Perhaps that would be safer, she’ll ask a friend about the one he’s got. Didn’t find one in the charity shop, but would you believe a tennis racket, even smarter than the one I’d bought. As we said, sods law. Did you hear about : https://www.henmanfoundation.org/
Found this if anyone is interested. Don’t know it’s state but might be worth a go?
Anyway, tea’s finished. Better get on. Is it really lunch time already? Oh ok better think about that.