Landlords and their agents do make me grumpy. The broken econimics of the decade until 2008 and the continuing propping up of it have created a generation of people who rent out the multiple properties they own treating them as bank accounts rather than jobs. It doesn't occur to them to look at the attic to check for damp or leaks.
I had a half hour shouting match on the phone this week with an estate agent who geniunely couldn't understand why it was a problem that I had spent days of my life investigating, coordinating and fixing problems in the tenement when he is incharge of renting out a flat in the same tenement and had done nothing. He geniuinely expects someone else to look after the property he's renting out, he said the council would do it, or the tenents in the top floor flats, or me, or some other neighbour who didn't treat the flat as their pension. Anyone but him.
Anyway the point of this post is not to grumble about landlords, as fun as that is. It's to note that I can now have a shouting match at someone who deserves it. I couldn't do this before ending up in the coma. And it's actually a good thing. I used to be a push over, I still can be, but often I can say when people are ignoring their responsibilities and be forceful if needed. Which is a useful change in personality, as long as I'm careful with my new abiilities
But all this shouting gets my head wound up. I also suffer from ruminations, the same arguments going round and round in my head. And the myriad of other brokenness that comes and goes with head trauma. One way to relax my head is cinema, the sensory takeover allows for rare moments of relaxation.
Another is Quaker meeting, sitting in a circle with other people for an hour in silence and occational ministry on whatever interesting thoughts come to mind. It gives a rare hour without ruminations and thoughts distirbing the peace. The religious beliefs are based on peace, truth, simplicity and equality rather than any paticular belief in a prophet or god. I recommend it.