A list of petty grievances

It has been like the Riveera round here as my Grandad used to say. It has been warm and lovely and there is a lot to be grateful for. My loose (very loose) plan for this blog is to amuse and encourage where possible but so many things are getting on my nerves, I thought I could just tell you about them in a caring, sharing spirit of caring and sharing. Then, when I have done that, it will be off my chest and I will feel better. (I have of course realised that you may not feel better but needs must.)

I see that our beloved leader is now telling us all to stop working from home and go back to our offices so we can go out and spend money at lunchtimes. There is a long term plan apparently (which makes a change) and it will all be over by Christmas. Wasn’t the last time a leader said that the beginning of the First World War or something? How many years was that? I’m not encouraged – I’ll be honest.

I am already wearing masks in shops, although it doesn’t become mandatory until next week. Some bloke behind me in the queue in the Co-op was sounding off about how ridiculous it was and how he wasn’t going to do it. I think it was for our benefit. He’s mixing me up with someone who gives a monkey’s what he thinks. I just feel that unless you have a good reason not to – you just put the mask on. I’m not really convinced that they make that much difference really but it’s not the most difficult thing to do (unless you are President Trump or half of our parliament. The last thing we want is to ruin a photo opportunity apparently).

In other news – poking my nose in where it isn’t wanted or needed. Christian author Matthew Paul Turner has come out as gay. Look – what you are is none of my business. If you are gay, then go and be gay. It’s just you were married for 14 years. You had three children and your wife gave you everything. You say this is not a new revelation for you. 14 years! At one point in that 14 years did you realise that your wife wasn’t making it happen for you? How much of her life have you taken while you have struggled with this? It’s not fair. Do I not understand this properly? Was I the only one who, when everyone was rubbing the back of Phillip Schofield’s hand and calling him brave, kept worrying about his wife who had given 20 odd years of her life to someone only to find out that it wasn’t really happening for him. It kind of makes me full of admiration for those who come out as young people.

AND THEN, as if that wasn’t enough. Last night we watched Bears About The House which was a documentary about how bears living in the wild are captured and kept in tiny cages where they are systematically tortured to have their bile removed. Because someone somewhere has decided that bear bile is Chinese medicine or something. The documentary itself was about the dedicated people that rescue these bears but after watching what they were rescued from, I am thinking of revising my earlier opinion that God did NOT send the pandemic. At least the Chinese ambassador has come on the telly and insisted that Uighur Muslims “live in peace and harmony” in China. Probably all on a day trip put when we have watched them being loaded onto those trains then.

AND, Aged Parent has gone into her “I’m really ill” mode. This means that she thinks nothing of phoning six times when she cannot get through because my phone is on silent because I am in a meeting. She is unapologetic. I have the assurance of all the health professionals that work with her that they cannot find anything wrong – other than the usual stuff but I am all too aware that the boy who cried wolf was actually right in the end and I wouldn’t like to get it wrong.

AND someone had parked in our space when we got back to the apartment last night. They literally reversed into a space with a note on the back of the wall saying “No Parking”

AND the theatre that cancelled our £180 birthday treat tickets for HOH this year has moved them to the same date in 2021 without giving us a choice or a say in the matter.

AND I’m fat.

So, what to do. I’ve no idea really. Except that HOH and I were listening about Hannah – mother of Samuel at church this morning. She was really fed up. So fed up that when she prayed, the chap in charge of the Temple thought she was drunk. (I am not comparing myself to Hannah – don’t write in). She wanted a baby. God gave her a baby but then took her up on her possibly hasty promise to give him back to God to work in the Temple as soon as he was weaned. Maybe not what she was expecting. Maybe it didn’t seem right. But she sorted her attitude out. She did what she could when she could and she kept her eyes on a very long term prize. She did what was just in a very unjust environment. She went to the temple every year with a new robe for her beloved son and eventually, things became clear. Her son became one of the great prophets and she was overrun with children. There is nothing that says that she was a miserable crow until things began to improve. She pulled it together. She was better than the stuff around her. She is an example. I could do with an example.

Have a good week.



  1. July 20, 2020 / 8:23 am

    I do wish you lived nearby, and the coffee shops were properly open again. I fully identify with the concept of the Petty Grievance List. OH says “what’s up, love, you look a bit low” and I say “nothing” then pour out a long, disconnected list of stuff that’s niggling me… From Donald Trump to Boris Johnson by way of inadequate cycle lanes, Bournemouth daytrippers, grumpy gays AND grumpy homophobes, bluebottles, red tape, green issues, future pension problems, obscene blog comments, and the Lord knows what else [and He is very patient with my gripes]… Thank you for the Hannah reminder. Sometimes I feel I’m not supporting my family very well, but I remember Hannah sewed love into every stitch of Samuel’s annual garment [was it a Birthday Suit] like Mark 12’s mitey widow “She has done what she could”. What I can do is teach, so that’s what I’m doing now. But I won’t pretend that I am finding being away from home and husband is easy. I know that in the great scheme of things, relative to 99.9% of the global population, my life is glorious and abundant and I mustn’t moan. But a small pebble in my shoe can throw me off kilter sometimes… Hope your week has some unexpected joys

    • lesleyps91
      July 20, 2020 / 8:40 pm

      You are doing some stonking stuff – I have seen it on your blog but I think it is all difficult at times and that is the end of it

  2. July 20, 2020 / 9:50 am

    Oh thank you. It isnt just me then. ( Shouting at so called politicians on the TV, muttering about people who park in front of our house so the carers cant park, whining because I forgot to order bananas and whining again cos the Farm box contains Kale which I loathe.)
    There is good out there. It’s just hard to find it some days.

    • lesleyps91
      July 20, 2020 / 8:37 pm

      Kale. Can’t be done here I’m afraid

    • lesleyps91
      July 20, 2020 / 8:38 pm

      PS Thank you for making me not feel too terrible about myself

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