Good morning Michael and all GN's on a still calm dark morning in North Yorkshire. A very poor nights sleep and now really struggling to get around this morning. I wanted to get on with things this morning, but literally cant actually get moving yet. So rough that I havent even been able to get into the shower, as darent risk slipping . So am hobbling about, and waiting for the painkillers to take some effect. My optimistic plans for today will have to be ignored and I shall wait and see how things go later. Definitely a morning for the yellow peril to go down to the market.
I dont know why it is so bad today, as yesterday I had a , for me, quietish day, after the sterling efforts of thursday. So I started by putting the rest of the shopping away that had been abandoned on the kitchen top, Wrote a few necessary emails, and got myself ready for the friday morning at the library bocca group. Wrote a short shopping list,to go and get on the way home later and got off to the meeting. The usual struggle over the wretched yellow bumps and the flipping awkward slope with handles that have had nothing done to them. (Think if nothing happens over the next few weeks, I might turn into an urban guerrilla and find a friendly farrier to show me how to attack the bars myself!! No , dont think I would be a lawbreaker really, better to change things legally!)
Was one of the early birds there, and got myself parked up and into the meeting room. I regaled them with the tale of the hotel saga, as one lady especially had asked about how things were going on. She has been made aware of the difficulties that disabled people have with access to places since a close friend of hers has recently needed to look at this after an accident. When someone close to you needs these things it does throw things into perspective, which you may have not been aware of previously. So , she is keen to hear the progress, and whilst I of course was not so rude as to actually do it, I felt like pulling a face and saying "See told you so, "to the person who had dismissed my actions previously and said that it wasnt worth getting involved as nothing was likely to change!! As it happened, the librarian came by at that time and asked me if I had received a comformation of the receipt of my complaint from the top bods at the library bosses. I told her that I hadnt seen anything yet, but would check it up when I got home. So mentally felt like Boudicca, charging into battle and at least getting some reaction!!
The rest of the class were arriving and we then got down to some bocca games, no curling today. However I was getting better at gauging distance, but still find it hard working out the effort needed when you are sat rather than bending down lower and getting better results. However concentration and looking at the post or skittle and imagining it is the ceo of the hotel or Donald Trump helps the aim, and slowly improving. There are two men and one woman, who are obviously previously bowls players and who certainly have good aim and hand eye co ordination. Unfortunately just the way we are sitting means that they are all on the opposing team, but I have found my role in the game as I do go in for devious action. So I may not be good enough to land on a small area , I am quite good at gauging ways of knocking their balls off the goal, which then allows a better player on my team to go for the space I have made her.Anyway it was a good chance to let off steam a bit and have a bit of an exercise. Then I left on the yp and thought of going home, but thought while I was out I would get the local paper and go and get some cash etc. In the end I got the paper and did a bit of shopping and ended up at the other end of town and diverted myself into Nero's as the wretched paths had made it so painful. So it was a quieter time there, and I was able to get myself stiffly into a decent seat. Another change of staff, meant that I had to explain my needs to a new chap, but he was very pleasant and I was able to leave him to bring it over to me. Glad to sit down in a more comfortable seat I then went right through the paper, marking up things of interest , both for myself and for others in the group, who I send a little alert out to. Lots of things on this weekend and of course some harvest festival services and all sorts of coffee mornings and charity things happening. I had thought that I might manage to get back down to Harlow Carr this weekend as it was so lovely the other day, but no it will just be something quite local which I can manage.
I took my time and enjoyed quite a peaceful atmosphere, back down to a few people with well behaved dogs and no great crowds there. Feeling better for the break I then calledin at Tesco for some bits and pieces and then home. Plenty of things needed doing, but still not feeling too brilliant so just made a meal and did very little apart from later in the evening enjoying Downton Abbey. So you can see that I didnt do any great mammoth efforts yet here I am struggling today. Ah well that is life! So today will be cut down to going to the market, getting Yorkshire Post, and doing what I can,and tomorrow will go to the Harvest Festival , probably at the little village, where I go to play whist. One of my favourite festivals, with so many memories of my granny and all the family being part of it. I love the hymns and all the true joy of a harvest safely gathered in, which in a rural area , has real meaning. As a little girl, I was very proud of my great granny , who used to bake the sheave of wheat bread loaf, which would be the centre piece of the harvest offerings. We loved going up the aisle to the vicar and presenting him, with our gifts of the best we had grown and it was so lovely to see the fruit and vegetables and eggs and fish all mounting up behind him. After the service would come the harvest tea, and we would all bring lovely autumny things, with lovely blackberry and apple pies and many lovely home made things to enjoy. Fingers crossed for good weather to allow everyone to come to the service. I love the actual service , but also for me that connection, stretching back over the years, remembering my great uncles relief in his voice when the last of the harvest had been gathered in , in a bad year, and the talk amongst everyone after the service of what crops had done well or badly and their thoughts on what they might grow the following year. The neverending life on a farm, where as soon as you have finished one thing, you are on to the next. On the land, you cant decide to go off on holiday, or have a couple of weeks doing nothing, the animals want feeding, and the cropped fields ploughing for the next thing.
Hope you get your early bus Mick and have a good visit and back for the cycle race. You are right Helter Skelter the garden is always a good bet, and can suit you in whatever mood you are in. feel annoyed? get the secateurs out and do a bit of savage snipping, need to calm down? do a bit of planting up pots. Hope you will find pleasure in the garden again now. Karmalady it sounds as though you have been having a horrible time and hope that things improve for you soon. GrandMattie sounds as though you had a bit of an odd day. Hope the chutney making goes well.
Well I now have the squirrel charging up and down the tree and running along the fence, whilst the pigeon crowd has increased to 3 , all somewhat aimlessly wandering round and pecking at the odd bit of grass. Time to have a go at moving at tortoise speed and see if the shower will work its madness. we are getting a fair bit of sunshine and a little breeze now, so that looks good for my trip to the market.
Wishing you all a pleasant and productive day