Yesterday, with no prior warning, our Post Office was shut for the day. It is housed at the rear of the Co-op and there was just a notice to say that it wouldn't open due to 'unforseen circumstances'. It was annoying but I could easily use my card and the cash machine, which I did. But it did make me think how many folk would walk up to get their Old Age Pension only to find they couldn't have it. It's alright for me - I drive into town, park in a disabled spot (almost always available), cross the road at the crossing, do my bit of shopping, get an assistant to push my trolley back over the road and unload it into my boot, nip into the cafe for a quick coffee and then drive home.
But everyone is not so lucky.
Then I got home (having taken Tess for a walk before I went into town) and sat down to read The Times. Having read Carol Midgley in Times 2 my fury knew no bounds. I came to my computer and dashed off a letter to the editor. Alright, it most likely will not get printed - but at least it vented my fury. Writing about the incident where the man shouted at - and indeed insulted - the lady
who was seated next to him on an aeroplane she actually said (and I quote) 'who amongst us doesn't sometimes feel like abusing elderly women with arthritis?'
On Hallowe'en I shall be 86. I go out everywhere - I eat out regularly (as I am sure you know by now), I go out with friends, I walk my dog three times a day, I even do a bit of gardening. But (and it is a big 'but') I walk slowly - and have a stick because my balance is not brilliant either.
I also do my own shopping - sometimes in the local shops (we have a good array in our town) and sometimes on line. I can honestly say that NEVER have I encountered any abuse here. Nobody pushes to get past, nobody grumbles when I am walking slowly. People hold open doors for me, offer to carry my bag, help me in any way they can. Yes - up here in North Yorkshire we are polite and friendly. If Carol Midgley is speaking about what it is like where she lives and works (presumably London), then all I can say is that I am jolly pleased I don't live there. She will one day be in her eighties and then (yes, I am feeling nasty) see how she likes it.
Now that has got off my chest - it is a lovely day here - less wind than yesterday and unbroken sunshine. Make the most of it I think as the forecast is for very cold weather in the hills by the week-end.