24 May 2012
It’s a very grey
cloudy day so far today in Dorktown. I’m
feeling a tad cold too. We have arranged
for Jan’s scooter to be collected for a service today. It was supposed to have been picked up at
9.30. So far there’s been no sign of
them. As it is Jan is off up to the
Hussy Hospital for a series of tests for when she goes in for an operation
sometime next week. She’s using my
scooter for the trip up there. When she
gets back, and the scooter has been collected I will be free to go off down town myself. Ah well; patience is supposed to be a virtue
– whatever, I’m not very patient at all and with the guys collecting the
scooter being half an hour late already I’m starting to get edgy!
I had a bit of
trouble dropping off to sleep last night and it was knocking on for 2am when I
last remember looking at the clock. Have
you ever noticed what thoughts and memories race through your mind at that time
in the morning? I had a memory while I
was lying there that I had totally forgotten about. In the mid-1980s while I was unemployed I was
doing voluntary work as a driver for the Dorktown and Bedworth PHAB Club. The Club met on Tuesday evenings and all day
for Wednesday which included a lunch.
The membership was mainly older people who had mobility needs with a few
younger folk who, mainly with learning difficulties. Anyway, the memory …
One Wednesday I
drove over to Weddington to pick up one lady.
The lad who was riding escort was on a community punishment thingy. He was actually a very quiet and decent sort
of guy. We arrived at the block of flats
and he jumped out and off he went knock the ladies door. He came running back out looking ashen. So I jumped out to go see what was
wrong. What a shock! There standing in the middle of the living
room was the elderly lady with her dress pulled up under her arms pits,
struggling to do up her corsets and laughing her head off. I ended up having to do the last few poppers
myself. As I pulled the thing together I
had to push fat back under it at the sides.
It took ages to get to all sorted.
No wonder the young lad ran out ;-)))
Yet again we are
being plagued by scrappies. The second
one in an hour has just gone up the street.
We’ve had as many as four in one day before now. They are noisy, sometimes aggressive and
certainly not welcome! The list will
soon be with council so they can follow up on them. Most of them are operating without the
permits needed to trade as waste merchants.
The sooner they get rid of them the better as far as we are concerned.
Today’s photo is of
a Ferris wheel in Belfast that I got a shot of four years ago …
The last time before
that I was in Belfast we were being shot at!
No funny today –
just fashion tips for seniors …
FASHION DO NOT'S FOR
SENIORS
Despite what you may
have seen on the streets, the following combinations DO NOT go together:
*A nose ring and
bifocals
*Spiked hair and
bald spots
*A pierced tongue and
dentures
* Miniskirts and
support hose
*Ankle bracelets and
corn pads
*Speedos and
cellulite
*A belly button ring
and a gall bladder surgery scar
*Unbuttoned disco
shirts and a heart monitor
* Midriff shirts and
a midriff bulge
*Bikinis and liver
spots
*Short shorts and
varicose veins
* Inline skates and
a walker
But, otherwise,
WE'RE LOOKIN' GOOD!!
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