3\4 Rainbow

Three quarter the way through night shifts

And Dorothy has now mastered sleeping with me and Mary during the day in bed without losing control of her bladder.

As you can imagine, it makes for a more peaceful day all round.

She still has to get as close as is bulldog-ly possible in order to watch me sleep and more importantly breath, but after the first half hour of anxiety filled dread, she finally relaxes enough to sleep herself, that is,  after she hears me snore like a pig a sound that presumably reassures her that I haven’t slipped away in my sleep. 

The village wardens have all reported in to our leader the Velvet Voiced Linda yesterday evening before I set off for Llandudno which was nice

There was much light hearted discussion about reinstating village stocks after one rather grumpy member of the warden group complained about lights being left on in the village hall but no one had any real news, given the lockdown.

We were all hoping for some sort of social gathering before Christmas....hummm that looks unlikely unless the 30 people outdoor rule changes

My sister Janet visited yesterday afternoon too, but didn’t disturb me as she left a gift in the box by the front door.

A gay rainbow for my window, which was nice.

I’ve been reading about the history of the rainbow flag.

It’s not only the adopted flag of the LGBTQ community ( circa 1970) but also the International peace flag 

It’s brightened the cottage on a very blustery and wet weekend.

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Wait

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In the still

I provide 

Restoration 

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Distancing

Throughout this pandemic, I have almost always gone grocery shopping in the hour before supermarket closing time. At 9pm, very few people choose to shop so the aisles have been really quiet and I have felt very comfortable about social distancing.

However, this morning I needed to buy a chicken for tonight's Sunday dinner. I was outside "Lidl" on Chesterfield Road before opening time at 10am. To my surprise, a queue was already forming and I was fourth in it. When the doors finally slid open, there must have been thirty other shoppers behind me and more cars entering the car park.

I grabbed my chicken and a few other bits and pieces. By 10.20am I was at the checkout. standing on a two metre social distancing floor sticker. Ahead of me was a woman of my age or slightly older.. She was in fact beyond the next sticker so more than two metres ahead. She turned to me and spoke through her face mask.

"You are supposed to be two metres back!"

"I am two metres back!"

"No you're not. You are endangering my safety."

"What do you think these floor stickers are about?"

"Just get back will you!"

"I am two metres away from you. Do you know what a metre is?"

"Of course I know what a metre is! Don't patronise me!"

"Well don't tell me to get back when I am already two metres away from you!"

"You're upsetting me now!"

And then the pink-haired checkout boy butts in with, "Isn't it a bit early to be arguing like this?"

As he deals with the complaining woman's shopping, I notice that he is comforting her as if she has somehow been wronged and I take this up with him when my shopping has gone through. Meantime the woman, who has been filling her shopping bags on the side bench, passes me on her way out. She is maybe two feet from me.

Why do I allow such things to get under my skin?  Why do I relive them? Why do I get upset? It's always been this way. Hypersensitivity. One of my demons.

Needless to say, I shall stick to late evening shopping in future. Crowded supermarkets cause tensions that I can well do without.

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