Yes no wellies, and not looking like a navvi with grubby hands mucky face and sweaty brow.
Had me a YMCA day (YES MOPING CLEANING AND ) NOTHING. Even the curtains got in on the act.
So started to decide what I'm going to do this week, but sun gone and I wasn't looking like a road digger, so carried on with dusting and cleaning, even my crystal butterfly mirror that is my bling mirror from favorite shop Tylers got a flick with a duster.
Years ago when the M1 was being built, there were lots of Irish navies working on the stretch in Leicestershire.
The town on a Friday used to be full of them coming from there site caravans, straight into Burtons and John Colliers the Tailors. They would chuck their battered ripped and dusty suits away, and don a brand new suit for the weekend, to hit the pubs and dance halls, mainly Town hall and Essolda. That was the regime for months while the stretch of the M1 was being built, a few stragglers met local girls and never returned to the M1 or the island of Shamrock, Mum used to say to my older sisters watch them smiling iris men, they will charm the pants off you.
Last night whilst looking on fb , saw the advert for one of our favourite places to eat The Golden Fleece, advertising Sunday lunch deliveries so Viv Steve and me will give it a go, anything to help this local run place keep in business.
This used to be an old haunt of a lot of old friends including Phil Krause a friend who worked there. It's had many changes of owners or managers of later years, but one the original landlords Amon who's son Mick and his wife took it over recently and are making it a vibe place to go and to eat with sometimes evening social nights.
We have opted for roast beef and pudding, hope it goes well for them to keep them afloat while lock down is engulfing us.
Spoke again to Viv, she is still not too good but hopefully by the weekend be feeling a little better fingers crossed.
I will be checking into work tomorrow, collecting the blessed laptop, also my supervision with Zulf , not sure you can call it that because we generally get distracted to one thing and another but more about that when I get to do it.
Caught up with telephone calls to friends, its so important in these times but wish that everyone did the same, although text is good, when your on your own to hear a voice is music to the ears. I was feeling a bit flat this afternoon, think its because all last week there was planning working and physical graft distracting me.
Now I have to wait because can't do the things myself which hate immensely, so in the mean time will take up the walking that broke up the day and venture out in the mornings. I am going to start breaking down the shed wood and maybe burning as much as I can in the evenings, hopefully neighbors won't complain, so next shopping trip is get me some fire starting stuff.
Thinking if it gets out of hand local fire brigade could be a welcome sight.
Woops how did that get in here!
I remember at the Day hospital where I worked, we always cooked a full English before the patients started arriving always on Christmas Eve, we were half way through cooking the massive banquet for us nurses, physio's and OT's, when 8 burley fire men rushed in. We had had very sensitive smoke alarms fitted, and low and be hold, a sight for sore eyes as they appeared.......as you can all imagine we invited them to stay for breakfast, which they gratefully accepted our invitation, and we gratefully enjoyed the start to Christmas eve merriments. who said its all about the uniform....... And Santa.
Adjusted the twinklies on the little stubbie tree on the newly yet to form seating area, whilst peeping over the fence saw Marie my friend over the road. We had a chat over the fence and she revealed some sad news, one of our colleagues that had been relocated from out patients onto the wards, had contracted Cov19, last week 2 patients had died on the ward, unfortunately none of the nurses had the full head screen protection only paper masks aprons and gloves. who said we are all protected total BULL s......
Listening to the news again, will we be still in lock down who knows and if so, we will have to just put up with it, too many people are still dying and all these precautions have to stay in place for all our own good. Don't like it but better dead bored, than dead. Just put my dinner on left overs with garlic mushrooms and yes will be having a glass of red.
Routines are all up in the air, not on a jet plane as the song goes but out there and lost in space. We all have daily routines even the couch potato's are feeling it because its forced not chosen.
Now the weather has changed who are going to put the paca macks on, the neighbors who I very rarely see from up the hill walk so smug, leaving their two plus 1 cars on the drive and smile look at us in our new walking boots we are supreme, they hardly speak other times .....
Well lets see the smiles when its peeing it down they wont be so smug then, but us plebs who were never used to all the motor accessories, just good old shanksies pony in all weathers, we will be noble in our drown rat look and laugh in the face of the peeps with their noses pressed up against the raindrops on their window panes, with the look of arrrr what do we do now are new walking boots will get wet, how can we cope.
Do I sound a bit bitter, I suppose I do because somehow its the ordinary people still trudging on I am in awe of and admire so much, like my colleagues, I am lucky working from home, owing to my immune and age, I appreciate the care and consideration they have given me.
WE ARE NOT ALL IN THE SAME BOAT
BUT WE ARE ALL IN THE SAME STORM
KEEP SAFE
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