I have a choice. I can stay in and resort to head banging or I can go to the Library with man and a backpack.
I opt for an outing as a distraction for tooth ache of the spine. Working on my time tested theory that
"Any effort is always rewarded". One way or another.
We park up and walk along the canal into town. The first thing to divert the mind is a boat named Bump and Grind, a game then thinks I. Better than counting footsteps for distraction. 2 other names that grabbed me were Daydream Believer and Malingera!
At the Library I come across Contented Dementia which I borrowed with my mother in mind and possibly myself. Oh Gawd.
A wheaty bag and the most luxurious fleece jerkin that are on the hit list were tracked down.
But the most distracting and heartening thing of all was the lady in the car park sat in her mud splattered wheel chair fixing handle bars on. She has an electric lift to help her get her wheels on the road and was she just off for a trail ride in the park with her ever so handsome dog for the disabled. For those of you already in possession of wheels this probably won't be a revelation. But for me who has only come across standard models and the jazzed up jobs used in the Olympic. it was so wonderful. Wheels that can go up muddy tracks climb hills and available for Joe public. She confided that setting it up was exhausting but the sense of liberation she felt was worth the effort.
The roar had tagged along and I had to cuddle up with whippet most of the afternoon but I'd say my effort was rewarded by filling my head with distraction with not a bump in sight.
Blast from the past. No of course I am not old enough to remember them or am I?