…on our holidays. The short answer is “as little as possible” but before we get into that, the people down the road have put their washing out today and it includes a bright red fitted bottom sheet. Do you ever feel you are missing out on the kind of life that other people are living? Unfortunately, here at Martha Towers we wil never be the kind of racy people who have red sheets. Apart from a weekend in London, the rest of our time off work has had a distinctly, non-red old biddy feel to it.
We went to the pictures four times! Yup four times – just colour me happy. We are having a spanking brand new Imax built in Plymouth and, in a bid to drum up a bit more interest, before everybody wanders off to the new attraction, Vue Cinemas are charging £4.99 a ticket for every film. THIS IS FANTASTIC. It means we go to see lots of stuff that normally we would decide against because we are not convinced that it is worth the money. Anyway, among our haul was Black Klansman – a true-ish story about a black man managing to infiltrate the Klan. (mainly over the phone in case you were wondering) It’s really funny as well. Also Mission Impossible 65 or whatever – v good value for money. And Ant Man and the Wasp which is more Marvel I know but a flippin’ good laugh.
We managed to spemd a couple of days with FOW1 and FOW2 in their new incarnations as responsible people who live independently and work and study for their livings. All seems to be well and, as any parent of people who have moved into their own abodes can tell you, the transformation into people who can work the washer and switch on the vacuum cleaner has been nothing short of miraculous.
What else? Oh yes – we visited a couple of Devon hotspots – if that isn’t a contradiction. We went to Ashburton – but I think that was shut – unless you wanted to buy antique silver, a mini wheelbarrow with dahlias in or a cottage loaf made of spelt flour and quinoa. These places are murder if all you really fancy is a packet of Cheese and Onion crisps.
Also Aged Parent was due her return to the physiotherapist and was very put-out because everything is going spankingly well. However, if the young man at the hospital thought he was going to get away with “Well everything seems to be healing well.” then he was in for a huge disappointment. By the time we had been through the accident again (in real time I think), the possibility that the driver had been drinking, (he hadn’t) and the fact that she is struggling to do the excercises 30 times a day, (the finest medical minds in Plymouth have failed to explain sucessfully that it is 10 repetitions, three times a day), I noticed that the physio was rubbing the top of his nose between his thumb and forefinger a lot. Welcome to my world sweetie.
At the moment people in AP’s sheltered housing are struggling a bit because the lift has been broken for about a month. Efforts to track down the part that is needed to mend it appear to be resembling a quest at the same sort of level as Indiana Jones trying to find the Holy Grail. In the mean time, the residents have been provided with stair lifts to support them on the stairs. It’s not ideal but hopefully will tide them over until they can get the lift sorted. Apparently though, this is not going to suit everybody.
Me How is the stairlift going?
AP It’s ok. It’s no good for him next door though.
Me Why not?
AP Well – look at him he’s HUUUGE! He’d break it. And I told him. Don’t get on it Joe! You’re miles too fat for it.
Me That seems a bit harsh. Did you say that to his face.
AP He knows he’s fat. That’s why he’s in here. That and the depression and the low self esteem issues. He lacks confidence apparently.
I’m sure finding himself in a flat next to AP is doing him the world of good. Anyway, off back to work. Hope you are all well.