Had me a bit of a twist and shout week. After the up and out out not popping out, but out out time over the weekend by the way its Steve and mine joke cus we loved that fb post in lockdown the best one , things started slow but ok with that when needs must.
Popped around Viv's on Monday with Mrs Bucket (Sylv) to do some house work sweeping mopping hoovering dusting and most of all chatting to my soul mate.
Viv is having so many ups and downs at the moment this bloody cancer really is shit of the most awful kind pray that one day there will be a cure for all, as it ravages you and rips the heart out of you and you can't do a bloody thing about it but to grab it by the throat and stare the mother F.....er in the eye. And that folks it the truth.
Done some walking in between showers, and chatted with Claire about the trip to Mojacar and Garrucha, plans are coming together and fingers crossed will come ok on the day........ Claire has decided hire a car is best so a Thelma and Louise trip looming, me as a navigator.....folks no cliffs will be on the menu only straight roads.
Well Friday came like where did Mon Tue Wed Thu go not sure if the Matrix does exists like my son always tells me it does, but time goes and feel done nothing, and feel was the day's good or bad they just merge or purge not sure.
Anyway Friday, Viv had another bad turn and was rushed into hospital, I saw the Ambulance after I left to go and check on her as Cord Viv's daughter had rang for me to go. I ran so fast Usain Bolt would not have caught me.
Viv had rang for them good job she had, she was poorly beyond belief. But Viv being Viv when the Paramedics said they would have to carry her to the stretcher due to the angle of doors, she
replied as long as you lift me like an Officer and a Gentleman,
I happened to know Viv has dirty thoughts about Richard Gere as all of us do if you have a heart beat. When we both tried to give up smoking years and years ago the drug Zyaban made Viv have lustrous thoughts about him in bed, lol keep hold of them thoughts babe as you maybe reading this in your bed and leave them dishy Docs alone, remember I work with them, and they love a sassy lady.
Saturday came Independence day, for us all or is it, because I still feel trapped and I hate it with a vengeance, and now as I am tapping away, tears fill my eyes thinking of Viv and this bloody Virus and how its keeping us hostage in the cruelest way. Making lives crumble, hardships, and most of all I can't even hug my best for ever friend. I am a hugger by nature and I am starving, or loosing it one or the other or both.
Steve and I walked into town I took something back to Primarni and then we walked back through town, both wanted a pee so instead of going Tesco's we relented and nipped to the Griffin,
it was organised sanitized and structorized. A cold beer for Steve a wine for me, somehow felt wrong felt we were breaking the law or something not sure. Strange anyway. Usually use this pub on Fridays be fore our early doors curry night, then after at the White Hart, or Caz Barr.
There were a few people all behaving well and chatting especially the young who I think from the beginning really haven't taken this seriously. Steve Joked that he saw people look in and say look oldies in the pub it must be safe, laugh well maybe that was true with his new found goatee beard.
We then left and felt peckish so stopped to share Chips and curry sauce with a sausage he ate most of the sausage, but he did pay.
We sat on a wall up Ashby road eating them, a lady was sitting in a shelter in the front garden of a big house across the way.
She had spotted us and began speaking to us from her side as we savoured our chips. I thought it must be some sort of hostel or something and she asked if we had sixpence or change, I walked over and asked if she was ok and alright, I gave her the only change I had which was a pound, she was so grateful. (All but for the Grace of god go I.)
She said it was a safe house, the council and police had helped her there as she had been living on the streets and had been attacked and rapped and abused, FFS what is this earth becoming . Peoples fortunes go one way or another we can't judge but we can't turn the other cheek either.
I know my kids have always had empathy with those less fortunate, and Rebekah although she has had hard times with health and not able to work, always found strength to help others, either collecting clothes for the homeless, and taking food to the street people on Boxing day in Derby, I am immensely proud of my two and the empathy they show their fellow human beings, they don't covert a lot out of life and wish more could be like it.
Anyway we start off on the last leg of our walk about, we have dodged the rain and passed the local pub Maxwells, few were in but not a stampede, but will see what the news throws up in the evening about Independence day.
Sunday it is now, Independance evening in one of my fav locations Soho last night seemed busy as a carnival day, which makes me think, how can this be a social distance safely with no police presence its
bazzar.
Well lets see if the Spike comes, and if the Leicester lockdown spreads here, I know some bookings for hotels to the lakes and coast, have been cancelled due to peoples post codes, will Ryanair or Spain check my post code me wonders. Sitting here now listening as I am tapping away to Motown 1964 on Alexa my very nice Christmas gift from Steve that is so good you can ask it to play what year you fancy reminiscing for the day. Thanks Steve.
Another blow, Rachael has just phoned me to inform me Viv has Cov19......How is this fair, to go through the terrible treatment and to be thrown another hurdle bigger than Mount Everest to climb, well I hope Sherpa Tenzing is standing over her and pulling every guide rope there is, so Viv if you are reading this keep your hiking boots laced, your pom pom hat pulled over your ears and bloody climb like there is a tiger on your tail.XXXXXX
Steve and I went over to be tested because of contact and we will hopefully know results in a couple of days. Not a pleasant experience and glad opted for them to do it, because I don't think I could have shoved that swab right down my throat, and stick it that far up my nose.... Steve was a brave soldier gagging but was relieved to have had the test as I was. Fingers crossed folks we are ok.
So will see what this week brings, really funny on annual leave this week, can't say the chosen destination my lounge will be 5 star but we will see. No bucket and spade needed, no sun tan lotion or sun hat required sad, but there are more important things now that I would swap all the beautiful destinations in the world just to have my friend sitting with me and swigging our 5pm G&T tipple and chat about the day.
BIG LOVES VIV
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