So I'm chatting to Jan on the phone about bits and pieces, following up on some texts that she had sent me (she's in hospital at the moment) when I realised that I needed to look at something she had written.
I started to look everywhere and getting more and more frustrated that I couldn't find the bloody thing, I gave up. I'll find it later I thought.
It suddenly dawned on me that I was holding the bloody phone to my sodding ear. I know - getting old.
I'm not a shorts kind of guy but will admit to wearing them more than once over the last few weeks. Lovely.
Now it's bloody cold and I even wore two layers of pj's last night. What's going on?
So far my 95 years old mother seems to be taking all the self isolation business in her stride. I expected her to be moaning and groaning at the deprivation. Having said that, as a young woman, during the war she was used to being strafed by English planes whilst walking down a road to get food.
Talking of the war, we have a Bank Holiday tomorrow. Just what we need, another day off with nothing to do.
Our next door neighbour called round this morning and said she was going to the shops. She offered to get us anything we want from the supermarket. Isn't that kind.
A little later another neighbour called and offered to get us some shopping.
It looks like we are now officially old!
Whilst parking at our supermarket this morning I noticed that the cars were parked two metres apart. How funny is that?
My fastidious mother (actually her home help) uses liquid soda on her floors. Don't ask me why, but she likes it. The only place I can find it is at Yorkshire Trading in Ripon. I had to pop in today to get something from Booths (they had loads of toilet rolls by the way) so decided to take the short walk to YT to see if they were open. It was and nobody buying stuff.
I said to the lady when paying that I was a little surprised that they were open. Don't worry lad (it's a long time since I've been called lad) she said, if they tell us to close I'll just start selling food or at least bags of crisps.
True Yorkshire grit.
And to top it all off today our lovely young neighbour stopped me in the street to offer any help we might need. So now I'm officially an older person who might be in need. Bugger!
As we're stuck indoors maybe this is the answer?
After spending the last three years not travelling (holidays) in order to avoid putting Minnie into kennels we now both have to self isolate. We couldn't fly anywhere even if we wanted to because all the airlines have stopped flying to the sort of place we would want to go to.
On top of that our 18 years old Jeep bought in France has given up the ghost and my 95 years old mother needs lots of care and attention.
And now I've got bloody toothache. That's it I resign!
Much like with La La Land, I left a showing of the allegorical Parasite thinking is that the best they can offer?
It was an interesting film with some very dark humour and violence (at the end) but was that really worth the title of best film? I'm not sure. It doesn't say much for all the other films made.
We were in IKEA recently, I can't remember why exactly but I said to Jan how come they are still selling stuff. We first visited IKEA in France in 2002 and every time we visit one, admittedly not very often, they are full of people and this one seemed busier than normal. Hasn't everyone got everything they need from the store? How come it's so busy?
Reading this today made me realise that maybe there was something in what I said.
