My order from Tesco has just arrived. A nice delivery man has just helped me unpack it. He was sporting a jolly, colourful mask and a matching hat. And - as they all are - he was very jolly and also helpful. They came absolutely on time. No wonder people are turning to them rather than trailing in to the shops at this time. I have used them for many years and shall continue to do so. Now that my carer supplies my meals (chicken and leek pie today (home made) with mange tout, carrots, broccoli, cauliflower cheese and new potatoes.) I only need a delivery about once every three weeks. Owing to my BET it happens sometimes that I accidentally erase things I want ed(Pringles) so L, just down the road, does the sweeping up at a local shop for me.
The Tesco man took it all out of the boxes and put it on the work surface and even offered to put the tins away in the cupboard but I have the rest of the day in which to do it. I should be doing it right now - this is a bit of displacement therapy.
And after I have done all that (cupboards and fridge have already been wiped out) my next job is to check my notes for Book Group on Monday when it is my book 'A Farewell to Arms' by Hemingway. My notes are ready for my presentation but it is a couple of weeks since I wrote them so I need to look at them again.
It was m y Hairdresser''s this morning, as it is every Thursday. My taxi couldn't take me so my son stepped into the breach. I tried to save him the full journey by dropping me early and not going into town but he wouldn't hear of it saying he didn't want Priscilla and I crossing a busy road where there was no crossing. I explained to him that I had been crossing the road alone for about eighty five years and that when most drivers see me with Priscilla, if there isn't a crossing, they stop and let me across. But he was having none of it and insisted on taking me right into town. I should be pleased that he cares enough to insist I suppose.
It has been a lovely day here today; the sun has been out until about half an hour ago - and a very warm sun at that. Schools round here go back next Tuesday so there are children around but never many - I fear they are mostly at home on their ipads rather than out in the fresh air - a completely different way from how things were when we were young but it was always so wasn't it? Life goes on and things change.
Winter draws on - I had an invitation from our surgery today to book my flu jab. I rang and listened to music for what seemed like an age but eventually a Receptionist answered - she was lovely (called me darling)- and two seconds later my appointment for my winter jab was booked at the beginning of October, so that's another useful job done. And, as I say above about life going on and things changing - how different from when I was a child. Our village and the next village 'shared' a doctor - Doctor Harrison. He was a most-respected figure in the community (the Vicar, the Doctor and the Headmaster of the senior school) and what he told us to do we did. I may have told you before but it bears retelling. I had chicken pox when I was about four I suppose and it was hardly possible to put your finger between the 'scabs'. One day my mother was trying to change my vest when Doctor Harrison called. She had me sitting on the kitchen table next to a clean facecloth and a bowl of warm water. She was gently dabbing each one and easing the vest off. He asked my mother to move so that he could look at the state of my body - he took hold of the bottom of the vest and whipped it off in one fell swoop. I remember it as though it was yesterday!
Can you imagine a doctor coming round to look at chicken pox now? The role of doctors in our society has completely changed hasn't it?
Well sorry for rambling on - better close today's post before you drop off to sleep with boredom. See you tomorrow.