I am just back from a trip up the motorway to drop some stuff into Herself in hospital.
She hasn’t actually asked for the kitchen sink yet, but it’s only a matter of time.
Driving on the motorway was an experience. There was hardly a car in sight, so I just set the cruise control and all but fell asleep. The last times I have been on the motorway there were at least a few vans and lorries but this time there was nothing.
One thing I did see was people out walking [not on the motorway though]. They all seemed to be in small groups of two or three and the thought crossed my mind that they weren’t exactly “socially distancing”. I saw a bouncy castle in a front garden and doubtless kids were bouncing a hell of a lot less than six feet apart. What the fuck? Where did these thoughts come from? Then it struck me – the incessant and all pervading propaganda that has been thrown at us for the last few weeks. Throw enough shit and some is bound to stick.
Personally I don’t give a flying fuck if people walk arm in arm or stop to talk to someone. They can bounce to their hearts’ content. Fair play to them. But [and it’s huge fucking BUT] there are people out there who actually think that these few walkers are killing people merely by not obeying the rules. They have sucked up the propaganda and actually believe it. I have seen this sad phenomenon on social media – someone makes a comment about easing restrictions and immediately they are accused of murder.
What is the fucking world coming to?
I was stopped at a road block on the way home. There was one solitary Garda standing there looking like he wished he was somewhere else. Anywhere else. He looked as if he was bored out of his trolley which he probably was. I could have driven past him [I don’t think he would have cared] but I felt sorry for him so I stopped.
“Sorry sir. Can you tell me the nature of your journey?” he asked.
“Going home after dropping some stuff into Herself who’s in hospital” I replied.
“Jayzus but that’s an essential journey all right.”
He must be married.
So how is Herself? Sounds like an improvement on the way.
You know when you send a car in with a dickey headlight and they suddenly find 1001 other things wrong? That is what happened with Herself. The original cause of the hospitalisation [pneumonia] is fixed but now they are refusing to let her go until she's ready for a Marathon [at the very least]. She's enjoying herself. Apparently the food is good and the staff are great.
Maybe she'll set up permanent residence?
I'll know when she asks for the kitchen sink.
Had pneumonia once, not a nice experience. Trust Herself is getting better and settling down to hospital life. How about you? So long without company, radio, etc? What about the cat, she must be worried sick with no company by now?
Send Herself our love. And the sink. if needed.
Grandad, you got a LOL. A chuckle really but technically a real LOL.
So long as you don't shed a tear, I'm happy.
I got stopped by a po lice man on my way to the chemist to pick up my prescription , he asked me where I was going. I said I was going to pick up some drugs.
His expression was worth the subsequent hassle.
I had that line in reserve but haven't had a chance to use it yet. A presription s due for a refill at the end of the week, so maybe I'll get my chance then?
Very glad you didn't actually fall asleep. You might have run into some of those social distancing violators. Take care now and give our best to Herself.