Going wild

Old friend and massage patient G came round today. I hadn't seen her since March 2020. She is more frail now, and almost blind. She has had to give up playing music and singing now, because she can't read sheet music any more. She is now 91. I'm glad to see that she hasn't lost her sense of humour: she showed me a card that she's been given to show others, saying that she is 'Severely visually impaired (blind)'.

Next up was a trip to Stonehouse by bus. I'd arranged to meet AP there, but she messed up the bus part and had to get a lift. While I was waiting, I visited a snooty charity shop and the co-op. When we finally met up, we visited another, more friendly charity shop where I bought two books and a little white shirt.

Eventually we commenced our walk, which was supposed to follow the route of the vineyard walk that I did last Sunday with GG. I wrote that up in detail on Sunday's blip. This time we cut out the vineyard and descended to a housing estate in Ebley, between Stroud and Stonehouse, where we wandered around in crescents, hemmed in by the railway, until we found the way out to the bridge in Foxmoor Lane. In Ebley, a bus turned up, and we ran for it. AP got off near her house and I went on to Stroud, where I ordered some books for Dave, and bumped into my neighbour in Iceland, the shop, not the country. We walked home together. It was almost like the pre-CoVid days, when I saw people more often.

Back home, GG rang to say she had had her operation (she broke her right wrist on recycling-bin night, chasing a tin can) but there had been a CoVid case (on the ward, I guess). She says she'll be home on Tuesday.

Then I cooked supper, in between watching Spain Vs Switzerland, and singing along to Credence Clearwater Revival. Now there's more football, Italy Vs Belgium. Italy is winning, 2-0 at half-time.

I've enjoyed only doing a little work today. Makes a change.