The sun is shining out there - and it certainly leaves me in a much more positive mood. I did remove my post because my son rang me to say that he thought I had perhaps technically broken the Covid laws at present in force here by going into the Bank. It never occurred to me that I might have done this. Two things (that and the scam call) happening in one day was just too much for me on such a grey and dismal day and that is really why I removed it. Today that sun makes me feel not too bad. In fact, after this I shall put on my coat and walk out with Priscilla before coming back to my lovely quiche and salad lunch left out for me by my carer (the best in the world). And as regards that last sentence - if you need a carer all I can suggest is that you shop around, listen to advice from others and investigate the private sector - J wasn't difficult to find. How did I find her? By asking around. By private recommendation. Always the best.
My dear friend S rang having read my post and seen I had removed the post about going down to the Bank. She assured me I had not broken the rules and I do feel better about things now. The trouble is that these strange days, after being in for so long, I sometimes feel very alone and 'out on a limb' and have to have a serious talk with myself.
I really do think I have probably come to the end of the road with my little car. I can't walk with a stick any longer - I have to use either my Zimmer or Priscilla - and would somehow have to get from the driver's door round to the back of the car and open it up to get Priscilla out - and I am not capable of that. My taxi driver is very good and I think I am going to have to rely on tha t and the various people who kindly do things for me.
I was reminded of a story while watching television this afternoon. I think I may have told you it before but it is worth telling again in case you didn't read it first time round.
I always have a rest mid afternoon (in the morning it is Mind Games, Exercises and a walk if the weather is good enough) - all were achieved before lunch today. While resting I usually watch 'Escape to the Country' - not because I have any desire to see inside the houses but I love to see the various areas of the countryside and almost always they add an item on a rural craft. We were in Dorset - a county which in the old days was known for its glove-making. They also showed a working water-driven mill making artisan bread. Working mills are still quite common. For example we have a beck running through the village near here and some years ago I wrote an article for The Dalesman magazine about the beck. Between here and where the beck becomes a river (Em) at Bedale there are six villages and years ago every village had its own flour mill; some had a bobbin mill too. The couple on today's programme had a go at making a loaf each in a local working flour mill.
But back to the glove-making. So few leather gloves made these days and therefore so few glove-makers left but the gloves we saw were beautifully crafted. And it reminded me of a story - as good leather gloves always do. My sister was twenty two years older than me (same parents) which means she was born in 1910 and was a teenager when such gloves were the height of fashion and quite expensive. My father's sisters (spinsters like so many after the First World War) were always dressed in the height of fashion. If my sister and her friend Mim were walking out on a Sunday afternoon they would plead with their aunts to borrow a pair of gloves. They would then walk out, arm in arm - each hand wearing a glove while the other hand was in their pocket.
Those were the days! See you tomorrow.