I had a rather revealing personal insight today.
It started when I had to get up early to go down to the village at nine.
Without going into details, there was a prescription I needed rather urgently and seeing as I couldn’t get through to Doc on the phone, the only recourse was to request it in person. Hence my trip to the village.
It wasn’t too bad. They have blocked off any remaining parking spots and have completely closed off one road and the main village square. The latter is now full of heavy machinery such as cranes and cherry-pickers. There were crews everywhere stringing bunting around the place and adding tons more plastic flowers presumably to replace those that have been pinched by The Great Unwashed.
So I parked in the reserved car park [now officially reserved for residents only, thank God] and made my way back to Doc’s. I ordered the prescription off the receptionist and was told Doc couldn’t do it then as he was up to his eyes and booked solid for weeks ahead. People suddenly seem concerned about their health for some strange reason? Anyways there was no point in hanging around so I arranged for the script to be dropped over to the chemist and they’d phone me when it was ready.
I went home.
A while later the phone rang: the prescription was done and all I had to do was pick it up from the chemist. Fine. I could park in the disabled spot outside the chemist’s door and nip in to collect it.
I drove down. The first sign of trouble was at the bottom of the hill. There seemed to be a lot of traffic coming out of the side roads and some even trying to do a U turn in the middle of the crossroads. I made my way through and down to the village and there I saw the problem – the place was at a standstill. it was total gridlock. There was a double decker bus stuck behind a huge cherry-picker which in turn was stuck behind an articulated lorry. Traffic had built up behind them and was solid and stationary in all the roads leading into the village. Access to parking outside the chemist was completely blocked. I parked in the car park, nipped back to the chemist, collected the prescription and back to the car again. The traffic was still stationary except that it had now been joined by another bus and a massive crane. There was just no point in trying to get home that way. Nothing was moving.
So I took to the back roads away from the village and managed to skirt the mayhem on back roads.
It was then I had my startling insight.
I wasn’t annoyed. They have beaten me into submission. I am now accepting total and complete chaotic madness as being normal. It is now normal that the village is just a complete Disney fairyland, bedecked in flowers with paper lanterns strung across the roads. It is now normal that the grocery shop is now a hardware store and the hardware shop is a butchers. It is normal that at eleven on a Monday morning that the pavements and half the roads are packed solid with throngs of The Great Unwashed wandering around just staring and taking photographs. It is now normal that a quiet country village is now solid with vehicles and hundreds of people.
That acceptance is really frightening. When the insane appears normal then surely I have joined the ranks of the insane?
I have finally cracked.