Yes, today 'SoD' descended with his 'bouncing Czech' - no, that is not a fair description because she is actually petite and lovely and very gracious - and I am glad they made it down because tomorrow all over Britain the cell-doors slam shut and visits will end! To be honest, apart from 'Sod's occasional visits it will not make much difference to me. I am now a confirmed 'old grump' who hardly ever visits anyone else and consequently receives few visitors myself! Suits me fine!
Even so, the ramifications of this 'lockdown' will be 'yuuuuuuuuuge' and regretfully, I suspect the worst is yet to come. It's a bit like those enormous 'tabs'* we had to do in the army where you had to pile every bit of kit on your back and shoulders and then plod on for ever and ever! Well, my Mum managed to get through five years of war and bombing and missile attacks whilst living and working in London so I think we will manage with what she would have dismissed as a mere inconvenience!
Remember - "Just keep buggering on!"
*TAB = Tactical Advance to Battle although I am delighted to say that in my day there was never any real battle at the end of it which is just as well because I was usually knackered!
David, does the memsahib expect you to talk to her from time to time or for you to listen to her from time to time?
Posted by: Whitewall | Saturday, 31 October 2020 at 21:52
Not really, Whiters!
Last time I saw her Kindle account she had ***523*** novels on there (that doesn't include the hundreds on the shelves), and that was 3 years ago when setting up the Amazon streaming (which they never used).
They don't even cohabit the same floor in the house! She's on the middle, Kindle super-glued to her mitts, and the Gaffer on the top floor in his attic garret banging out the digitals on the blog!
He drops off tea and toast while passing by the middle floor, and occasional conversation is heard. Normally nags about household chores, reminders of calendar events, complaints about the passing of wind while "en passant" (the stairs and landing being somewhat of an echo chamber), that sort of thing.
A scene all around the wrinkly world with variations no doubt. Oh Lordy, I just let one go while typing away here in bed with my phone and a curt voice hollowed from the bathroom, "Pardon!"
They've got bloody eagle ears haven't they?
SoD
Posted by: Loz | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 10:20
SoD, I see, so like around our house here in this retirement community. In stead of floors we have a cottage style house which means the sections are laid out in blocks, the kitchen is front left, my room front right, Her room back right, living and dining rooms make the center with Her den and my study making up the back left. We can't hear each other most times around all the corners which aggravates Herself no end. Not me!
Posted by: Whitewall | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 11:52
The first lockdown was bearable; we had nice weather and our neighbours took care of the shopping.
Now we have lots and lots of rain and wind. However, we have fought off lockdown depression - we have a 27 year old grand daughter living with us. Whole new experience!
Posted by: Backofanenvelope | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 12:39
BOE, 27 years old? She will obey a lockdown and be content? I'll bet the world view between you and her is quite something!
Posted by: Whitewall | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 12:45
She left her job to come and live with us for a while. She swims and/or runs most days. She drags me up the pub (50 yards) most evenings. We watch TV and she reads a lot. Gets in lots of sleeping; says the fresh Cornish air is good for her. She was going back to NZ but that is on hold.
Posted by: Backofanenvelope | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 12:51
Fifty yards you say...she is a fine young lady.
Posted by: Whitewall | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 13:04
'Drags you to the pub', BOE? Really?
Posted by: David Duff | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 16:49
Well BOE, seeing as how she's that athletically motivated couldn't you at least point her in the direction of that handcart (over here we call 'em 'a dolly') you moved to the pile long ago so that, she can make you up a litter and allow you to ride the fifty yards?
Seems to me the least she could do.
For example in my case, I've a granddaughter near the same age who, when she "asks" to attend the tactical practices me'n my friends twice monthly run, her assignment is to refill our magazines. (And occasionally to re-arrange the odd sand bags whenever one of us old farts switches out at the bench.)
(In case Bob visits and hasn't a clue to either magazines or sandbags, that's 'long-range marksmanship practice' - the ladies generally tending to pistols at ten paces.)
Posted by: JK | Sunday, 01 November 2020 at 16:58