Thursday, 8 February 2018

Thursday

I always have my hair done on Thursday mornings and when I went for 9.30 it was a pleasant morning with no frost.   I had already taken Tess for her morning walk.   But by the time I came out half an hour later it had begun to drizzle and by lunchtime rain had set in.   Petpals came to take Tess for her long walk (Thursday and Friday) and I ate my lunch and prepared to go to Bainbridge up the Dale because it is an afternoon when some of us play for the old people in the care home there.

There were only three of us today - G who led the proceedings and W and I to play and sing.   We sing all the old songs (Daisy, Home on the Range,
Side by Side) and accompany ourselves on the ukuleles.   Everyone sings their hearts out and it is always a delightful afternoon.

Coming back through a miserable, wet Wensleydale and looking out of the window of the car it could only have been February.   The dashboard said five degrees but stepping out of the car when I arrived home it felt more like freezing point.

Of all the care homes around here (and there are a lot - there is an ageing population up here - folk retired here twenty years ago and are now needing sticks and three wheeled walking aids to get about.)
this is one of the happiest and the best.

I shall now go and wrestle with my Income Tax letter.
 

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14 comments:

Derek Faulkner said...

I'm surprised that you have Income Tax letters at your age, are you hiding some secret employment from us.

Sue said...

When I lived in Bainbridge the locals used to still refer to the old people's home as the Work House. It was quite a foreboding building then but I think it has all been rebuilt now.

Jacqui Fenner-Dixon said...

My Aunt owns a care home, which is always a lively place, as she provides lots of activities and trips out and about for residents. She also has to visit other care homes to do evaluations on residents for the local County Council and gets very upset with how many of them are run, including Council homes. It's wonderful that you visit with your ukulele group and very much appreciated I'm sure.

Librarian said...

Playing music, singing and at the same time doing something good for others is certainly one of the best eays to spend a cold, wet February afternoon.

Rachel Phillips said...

One of my regular jobs with the Council was relief receptionist at a local Council run adult centre for the physically handicapped. We used to have musicians and singers come in the afternoons and the hall would be filled with singing, and laughter and whopping and noise, which I could hear filtering out to reception. Music at any level brings great joy to people.

Elizabeth said...

Good for you braving the hideous February elements.
Music definitely cheers us all up - both the players and the listeners!

Joanne Noragon said...

I really need a hair cut!

John Gray said...

You are a star

Heather said...

Well done for turning out on such a dreary day to bring a little cheer to others less fortunate. Hope the drizzle didn't spoil your hairdo. I don't envy you doing the Income Tax form.

Cro Magnon said...

I am trying to picture you and your chums singing Daisy Daisy for the residents. Wonderful.

Mitchell is Moving said...

Would love to hear you all and your ukes!

Tom Stephenson said...

Do the goose-pimples grow on trees in your version of 'Home on the Range?

Mac n' Janet said...

I fervently hope I don't have to end up in a care home. Some are good, but some are so bad. I want to stay in my own home.

Simon Douglas Thompson said...

It's income tax from those ukelele woprld tour gigs at massive stadiums in the USA!