So what happens today? Just been to the small Co-Op at 8.30 and the shelves are bare, will it be like this after Brexit? Actually when they come to fill the shelves it is chaos as one has to move great trolleys to get at what you want.
Brexit sits like a malevolent bird on our shoulder, my daughter phones to tell me of her weekend in Bath. She has stayed with her friend who is an estate agent and who says Bath house prices are off the scale, and so are the tourists. The 17 year old daughter of the friend is type 1 diabetic, just like my son Mark. He is trying to get enough insulin to see him over this period. The worry of no medicines to be had is frightening for many people, one is not quite sure if there is scaremongering all that we should be genuinely concerned of the talk of interrupted supplies of medicine, food etc, or even petrol for our cars. Johnson ponces around in Paris with his best mate Trump and our hearts groan inwardly.
My daughter is on HT, but apparently her chemist has given her almost a year's supply, so different happenings in different parts of the country. She has 'checked' on Mark to give me a reassuring update on how he is coping, but apparently doing well. Cooking from scratch, walking a couple of miles to work and he has even got a 'patch' on his arm, which he only has to wave his phone over and it gives his glucose levels.
At lunch time I will drive to the hospital, it is still hot, and the tractors, cycles and motorbikes are very much in evidence. Not that I have much quarrel with farming processes, no it is the cyclists wandering from left to right on the road as they drink from their flasks or even talk on their phones. These people are seriously vulnerable, their confidence leaves me reeling! And then there are the posses of motorbikes, often older men who stream by. Why have they taken up this hobby at this age, then the answer comes in open top sports cars, men of 60 plus living their 'lost' years?
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There are definitely too many people on this planet, and all the green warnings to no avail. Siberia, Alaska and the Amazon may blaze, but who cares?
No more doom and gloom, there are blackberries to be picked, a large settee to be moved and a bed to make up tomorrow arriving from Argos, Ikea days are here again ;)
Once in a while, I do that-- think of all the what-ifs. Mostly, I have enough in my own life to not need to take on the world's. I hope that however Brexit works out for England, there will be answers to your concerns from around the world and not just the EU. I know the US feels very connected to England and always has. We are in a time of transition and it does feel like a curse having had a pretty stable time for many years. Fear though is the currency of the political world-- all sides. :(
ReplyDeleteG-7 was not all that reassuring with our leader making his usual distractive gaffes. Tough times ahead and all we can do is prepare as much as possible.
ReplyDeleteI worry on the medication front but do not intend to stock pile tins and the like. As for the motor cyclists - the reason they are mostly over fifty is the price of the bikes they are riding. They can't afford them until they have paid off their mortgages. Quite a few die each year on Dales roads and I am sure it is the same where you live. I sometimes feel like pulling up the drawbridge and sitting tight, especially in this weather.
ReplyDeleteWe don’t worry about not having the necessary for life drugs as they are readily available; we worry about paying for them. We, in the US, pay the highest prices in the western world for medication. The price of Insulin has doubled in the past five years and many people have to make choice of paying for food or their needed meds. It is about greed or something else, but it is despicable. It seems that so much that is going on is despicable, crazy, and mean.
ReplyDeleteAt our wonderful wedding weekend, it was very therapeutic to put all the external stuff into quarantine and focus on what really matters - family and friends and fun and food and frolics. No Brexit. No Trump. No Farage. No Fracking. No Mr Bumble (Johnson). It was a great reminder to cherish more fundamental things.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the comments everyone, very shattered from what is happening to Paul at the hospital, the outlook is not good.Xxx
ReplyDeleteSo sorry that Paul's health is not improving as you would want it to. Such a worry. At least he can have a downstairs bedroom when he comes home.
ReplyDeleteWe are bearing this in mind when house-hunting. . . who knows what the future holds.
Hi Jennie, yes it is a difficult period of our life and I am not sure of the outcome. But stairs are a problem, I was stranded downstairs when I fractured my ankle. Thank you for the concern, I know you spend a lot of time with your illness but are always up and about bouncing around which I admire. x
ReplyDeleteNote - I didn't mention we don't care for bungalows!! though a single story barn conversion is different of course! I hope that you have Paul home soon - didn't realize he had pneumonia on top of other problems. I have to be sensible about our last move - one - wonderful - house was on a hill and in 10 years time, if I am spared, hills and me would not be good friends. We need to be nearer shops too.
ReplyDeleteThinking of you both and hoping that the wretched retrograde planets will go the right way again soon.
Yes I am not keen on bungalows, four square to the winds, they don't offer hidden surprises, Dapne Du Maurier called them 'bungaloid' but of course, no stairs are a hidden gem. And yes as you get older, you need to be near shops, doctors etc.
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