There’s always one!

I marched this battalion of reprobate chickens concealing Creme ages up their bahookies to Maggie’s this morning. The streets were eerily quiet and I never came within a metre of any one else the whole way down or back to the hospital or touched anything solid except for the door into Maggie’s. No bus was used either, so my exercise for most of the day was accomplished before lunch time.

The cafés which have been my lifeline for company in the last year are only serving take away coffees now although I note that Söderberg is still functioning on reduced hours. Shops are shut or also operating for less hours in the day and I’m beginning to feel extremely isolated in a world that is shutting up shop around me. How I’ll manage this lack of sociability for 3+months, I really don’t know and this is from someone who can get out for walks, or on her bike (provided she doesn’t get killed falling down a pothole). I can’t begin to imagine what it’s like if you have a disability and can’t get out at all.

However, apart from selfishly feeling sorry for myself, I feel a lot of sympathy for my grandchildren, two of whom are missing out on the traditional leavers ‘dos’ as they transition from primary school to secondary school , one who was due to sit her Higher leaving exams with hopes of a career in medicine and her sister sitting her National 5s. Only time will tell how things materialise.

As for my stepdaughter’s wedding tomorrow, I’m waiting to get the green go ahead light from medic daughter later tonight as to whether it’s OK to attend. The Scottish Episcopal Church have not yet limited the numbers at a wedding to 5, and it is expected there might be 8 there tomorrow.
The weather is to be beautiful for the weekend although a bit ‘parky’ and so I hope Ann will have a day to remember.