Yesterday I ventured out to my local town full of urgent intentions. Due to funny warm weather and rather unseasonable urgent buzzing noises in the garden, I was reminded that I was supposed to have had an appointment with the GP last year regarding the use of an Epipen. Since my last violent ten day reaction to Mr Wasp last summer, I had totally forgotten. Better late than never. The day before I had sat in the garden really enjoying the morning sun with a perfect cup of coffee, day dreaming about nonsense, but rudely brought to my senses by the noise of something stripey and furious trapped inside an old jam jar and nightlight. A deeply disturbing buzzing from underneath my chair when only wearing flimsy pajamas
Once in town, mission was accomplished with a visit to my new cheerful GP, and having an hour to kill I went shopping before meeting the bus. Towns have moods, I am convinced of this, sometimes locally speaking, things can be very very laid back, slightly arty and relaxed or perhaps tolerant is the word I am searching for. Other times the same area can be inhabited by ladies goose stepping up the high street with perceived smells under their noses with shopkeepers greeting their doorways with folded arms ready to insult any innocent buskers or people trying to sell the Big Issue. I always stop and pay buskers, having been one myself, with my man still doing this at times. When he is on his monthly economy drive, I am normally informed that this is how he will be making a living for the next twenty years, so paying them all is good karma.
Things went downhill after this point. I needed a snack for lunch, so having glared at various cafes selling gluten free chocolate cakes. I persisted in my hunt for some lunch for one, trying not to eat her own body weight in naughty snacks. I entered my favourite establishment, and within seconds somebody who had never had a hair wash ever, squeezed their bar stool up as near to myself as possible. A very clipped young woman then proceeded to lecture me on the merits of cauliflower and mustard soup with no bread. It arrived, I was already feeling bilious due to the proximity of grinning person next to me, the soup added to this. I think instead of gluten they had substituted wallpaper paste. I became more and more disgusted and had to leave. I then visited the local fishmonger to purchase a variety of nice things, he did not wrap it particularly well.
I lurched onto the bus with vast amounts of shopping, picked up suddenly. I have a routine when shopping so I don't get tired, I give it all to the greengrocer to look after as he is nearest the bus stop, to avoid trailing about dragging bags about the place. Once seated on a tiny rural bus, it became clear that the window was jammed shut, this combined with my badly wrapped smoked fish was causing a commotion. This was added to by the arrival of a man who I avoid, who always wants to sit next to me and call me darling at the same time as inviting me to his house to sample his meat and two veg, his specialty cuisine is apparently legendary. I have no intention of finding out if this is true or not. What is also legendary is is ability to do his own washing, but not take it out of the machine for many days, so that it drys with a special mildewed aroma. He embellishes these attributes by sharing his life with a large shaggy dog with breath like a flame thrower, good boy have some denti sticks spring to mind.
I was literally green around the gills by he time I got home and had to lie down to do all my ferocious phone calls, which were in the main successful. I then progressed to some daily exercise which made me very cross due to back ache, disco inferno turned into temper inferno. At 3.30 on the dot my little autistic friend turned up, who asks me hundreds of interesting questions which I am expected to answer straight away, after which I practice with him as to whether Mary is telling a straight forward story or a naughty Mary story or a bit of both, teaching him not to take things literally all the time. He passed all of them with flying colours and then helped me cook dinner for ten people, four adults and six excited children and lots of chaos. He is only nine nearly ten and is a joy to be with, I call him Einstein Grumbleweed, a name which came about five years ago, which I am not allowed to change!
After things had calmed down and the chaos of dinner and friends had passed I then had fun practicing with my husbands new website, booking and testing slots of time on it, with him replying to me as I impersonated a variety of ghastly and difficult customers! Each inquiry became more difficult, detailed and irritating, so he is now well rehearsed for every scenario in customer relations known to man.
Today is not so hot for me in terms of various ailments being naughty but my man has just appeared wearing a very good second hand shirt I found yesterday in town which would have been a fortune new, hand made and very bright, it takes the right bloke to wear it, larger than life etc. I only managed two hours to ski on my Polish holiday the other week, but the change of scene has invigorated me, and the children appear pepped up. Roll on the spring and my first camping holiday.
MaryF x
I shall look forward to your next post. xxx
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