Good morning Michael and all GN's from a slowly lightening, still , grey morning in North Yorkshire. I am holding my breath (not literally of course!) that despite still having had a rubbish night of odd sleeping times etc, that this morning I am in a bit less pain, and risked having my shower straight away, instead of having to gauge when it was safe to do so. Elgars Sea Pictures are on radio 3, which is a piece I have always loved , would like to sing along with it, but am mindful of other members of the flats. So thankful for a bit better start to today. Hopefully this is the end of a rather horrible patch and I can get back to doing a bit, and being able to kid myself that I am about 50 and of course can do all the things my brain tells me I can do.
Well I am actually in another disguise at the moment. That white haired woman hobbling about looking very innocent and not likely to hurt a fly , is actually really in Valkerie mode and ready to attack and charge the selfcentered and cheapskate people round about!!
Yesterday was a rotten painful day, and I know when I am in that state, my temper will be on a short fuse, so I tend to avoid crowds or situations that might get me going. However, due to all the hospital stuff etc I havent been to the womens group meeting for several weeks, and it is usually worth going to , whether there is something on that interests me or simply meeting the group, and often hearing of something happening that I hadnt heard of and coming home with an intention to do something. So yesterday for a change we were meeting at a hotel, which has recently been done up , and was only the other end of town so that everyone could get to it ok. It looked quite pricey to me, and as I live here, and am happy with the various cafes and restaurants round about have had no cause to go there. But another problem was the steps up to the front door. It was an old police station and I think has some preservation orders on it. However a friend said that she had seen a sign for a disabled entrance down the side, so I said that I would go.
Well I was not in a good state, and if I hadnt promised to go, my choice would have been to stay at home. A promise is a promise , and so took an extra painkiller, and set off on the yellow peril. The journey there did not help, as the uneven paving and potholes caused me more pain and a struggle. Still I arrived in time and looking at the quite smart facade, saw the notice stating the path down to the carpark and disabled entrance. I duly went down there, and firstly saw a quite short and not very wide slope to a doorway. There was a rail along and the usual stupid 90 degree turning with sharp corners. So there was a very short entrance with a necessary sharp turn left onto the ramp. My buggie is a large one, but I am a seasoned user of it and if there is a way to go I will find it.
I looked but no camera letting people inside see anyone waiting there and it stated this was the night door for visitors. So it took me several awkward turns too and fro to even get round the entrance with the corner jutting out making things worse. I arrived at the door, no normal bell push or intercom, but a marker with two bells , one for the bar and the other the manager. The door was shut and would have been very difficult to open anyway, as again you had a 90 degree turn.
I rang one buzzer,it continued to ring and ring but no answer. I rang the other, the same. Now I am going to be late, which I do not like,and have had a difficult time and no success. Then I thought perhaps I am mistaken and there is another better entrance for disabled further round. I then had another difficult job getting out but as Ginger Rodgers said not only getting out but backwards. After the effort, which of course did not improve the pain level, I then drove right round through the car park and the exits for pedestrians etc. Nothing! I sat at the bottom of the steps, and called out Hallo and rang my bell a couple of times, as the door was open and I hoped that perhaps a receptionist would hear me. Nothing!! I had to accost a passing member of the public and ask them to go up the steps and tell them I was there, which they duly did. Another black mark to the hotel as I hate having to ask for help, being of the "little red hen" type. A woman came out and said " Didnt you see the entrance notice to the side?" a very condescending attitude , implying that I was either incapable of reading or of following instructions. I fixed her with a very severe teachers gaze and said in an icy voice exactly what I had already done, and that their idea of disabled entrance was neither true, nor did the provide appropriate things such as a camera to see people waiting or an intercom. She came down with me and I wont bore you with the saga but take it from me there was much faffing around, manoeuvering etc etc. She then tried the excuse of saying to me Well you have a very large buggy, to which I replied I was not aware that legislation demanded that we only have small buggies, but that I have one of those as well ,to which she replied oh well it will be better if you use that next time!!!! Anyway I finally got into the group, but had missed quite a lot , was in a lot of pain and fuming at the whole hassle, but didnt want to be stroppy with the group. Well after a decent cup of coffee and we had a quiz , which I did quite well that eased off. But I most certainly havent finished with the hotel yet and will be engaging battle with the company for stating they have good access, and the council for letting them put that there without checking that it worked etc etc. Anyway I did various things and went home, having had plans for jobs to do , but in too much pain and the cleaners were not coming as they were ill and didnt want to bring me any bugs. Not my day was it?
So I was very pleased to just collapse in a heap with coffee to hand. Had plenty of jobs that needed doing, but I actually did very little, and have much to sort out today. It actually was very good to just realize I hadnt got to do anything more and so I didnt feel like even cooking much, but had that favourite meal to comfort me, and had one of the lovely free range eggs I won at whist, with lovely fresh bread and butter soldiers. I even timed it to perfection, and really enjoyed it.
Ah just been watching the morning entertainment. The pigeon is slowly and stately wandering around pecking at the grass at times, whilst the squirrel today is having a definitely mad half hour, where he was is dashing up and down the tree and fence, flashing his tail and then making little holes but not actually burying things but dashing back up the tree. The pigeon takes no notice and carries on its way.
So today, I am going to the library where they have some seated games. You may remember I managed to go at the wrong time last week, but will definitely be there at the right time, and hope to find some things I can do and get a bit of exercise too. Then, of course, off for the paper to check up on what is happening around here. Life is always feast or famine isnt it? The heritage week is on where you can visit places free and often do things like go back stage at the Georgian Theatre in Richmond or visit the Elite cinema in Thirsk which is run by volunteers and is , I think, 1930's and was used in the James Herriot films etc. But we also have quite a lot of other things, local agricultural shows, the harrogate autumn flower show and harvest festivals in various places. Even I cant cut myself up into pieces to go to everything, and oh, having to choose is difficult. Well , whatever I would like to do, will have to be tempered by how the wretched cellulitis goes. Not so painful this morning, but still very swollen and hard .
Hope you are having a better day today Mike and will enjoy your bus trip. Welldone GrandMattie that you have had any success with Teflon man. I often think we should have a sort of code word such as "Return!" which is a word that can be said in meetings when people get off the point etc. I have sat in many meetings where the frustration level gets very high, with people going off the point. Especially when I became head of communications for Bass Charrington, where I committed the sin of a) being a woman b) knowing more about my part of the business than any of the male board members did c) was there to provide the company with up to date and efficent telecommunications, where there would be men pontificating that they had used such a system for many years and it still worked well and why did they have to change! I was sorry to read about Iris needing a brace, but hope that it will improve things for her and prove less painful for her. Georgesgran Yes a sad day to remember today, and it doesnt seem like 25 years ago. May such a dreadful thing never happen again, and thinking of all those who will be so sad today remembering loved ones who never had the chance to live the lives they should have. They will be in our minds and prayers today.
Well the sun is coming out, and that lovely autumn day that looks the same as a summer day but feels quite different. May you all have a pleasant day and by now have recovered from all the caring duties over the holiday and can sit and enjoy a coffee with a friend and with no clockwatching. Fingers crossed that this sunny day leads into a good weekend and feeling better in both mind and body for everyone.