I took a walk this morning to the end of my road and turned
left. It was a sunny day and I needed to get out of the house. Things were
closing in and I needed a breather, besides I had an errand to run and
sometimes I am so fooled that even I believe it could turn out okay even when all the signs and warnings say that it won't.
Ah well, another day, another delusion.
At the end of my road is a village, well village is the
loosest of terms. The villages of my youth were not full of hipster barbers,
shabby chic florists, wine bars, restaurants or charity shops where you can buy
a Christian Dior suit for ninety quid and as always the shoes of the women matched
the colour of their cars. Range Rovers and Ferrari were parked on the
pavements like a dog had taken a shit (well, when I say dog I mean poodle) and jettisoned its biscuit
allowance for the month. But it did look pretty and quaint even if there was no
ducking stool or pond to duck in.
I’ve lived in my house thirty summers, but come here only
once or twice a year and usually through necessity like a trip to the post
office. It isn’t that it isn’t lovely or as close as close can be, it’s just
not (or is) me. In my head I stand out like a running sore and I know (despite
the foresight and hard work so that I can be here living the Hale life) that
I’m lucky to live in this most sought after area. It is so la-di-da (applause, applause)
and if I wanted there are fifty restaurants that I can walk to in ten minutes
and all of then great, five stars on Tripadvisor. But I generally cook and eat
at home.
Anyway, enough of that; I just needed to get my errand done
and get home to continue with life and all the tribulations of the last few days.
Things are not so great at the moment and the blue sky and air did me good even
if when I got back home the phone rang with more bad news. For a moment though,
as I walked under the Scottish crosses made by the jets, watching men in suits
hurry along the street making deals, I almost felt happy - it’s the detail you
see and not the experience.
The rest of the day went downhill from there and fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. but I can
always walk into the village again.
Lucy Whitehead
ReplyDeleteSorry you're having a bad time of it.. Lots of good thoughts coming your way. Hope your Mother In Law is recovering x
Andrew Height
Unlikely frown emoticon we'll see.
Gloria Brown Big hug it can't be easy at this time, hope your mother in law is ok xx
Andrew Height
In a coma Glo. Not looking too good currently.
Gloria Brown
So sorry, thinking of you hold in there x
Kevin Parrott
Oh well....... things can only get better.
Andrew Height
Or worse Kevin.
Kevin Parrott
Hopefully not Andy.....
Andrew Height
According to the police, she isn't a person who is bothered by her actions Annette. I don't quite know what they mean by that and they wouldn't say.
Anne Donaldson
so she couldn't give a sh*£
Andrew Height
Either that Anne or she isn't right upstairs. Even more reason not to let her drive one of those things unsupervised.
Kate Bell
It's an absolute joke that she can't be prosecuted, read your updates and it makes me so angry. The justice system is so messed up. I'm hoping every day that your MIL starts to recover, thinking of you all x
Andrew Height I
t's a bit like wading thorough treacle. Before the hospital can start an investigation Joan needs
Andrew Height
To sign a consent form to allow me to act on her behalf. Of course she can't as she is in a coma. Trying to sort it noe.
Sue Mcnally
Andrew Height we went through it all with granny mac its frustrating and no one there to guide you through it. Many trips to the bank and council. In different circumstances but just wanted to say we are thinking of you all and saying a little prayer for you and your family.
Emma Cole
That's dreadful news Andrew, I pray Joan gets better soon, give our live to Gaynor xx
Andrew Height
Thanks Emma. Not sure it will.
Joely Saffron Sant
Can you act as advocate in the mean time?