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Friday, November 22, 2024Bit o' This & a Bit o' That So where was I? Recently, I had the unenviable task of having to go 'down South'. I live in Yorkshire, which is definitely classified as 'up North'. (Some say Yorkshire is Gods Own Country, whereas others say it's full of flat caps, miserable gits & warm beer. I'm saying bugger all, cos after all, I have to live here!) I booked train tickets & accommodation, packed a small case & away I went. I had a blonde moment & got to the station an hour before my train was due. Duh! Adrian was with me & very kindly lugged my case around, while we went in search of coffee. At my time of travel, Doncaster train station lifts were out of order AGAIN & schlepping up & down several flights of steps left my knees feeling like I'd run a bloody marathon. By the time I boarded the train to Kings Cross, I was rummaging in my handbag for painkillers. The train journey was uneventful, but after standing in a queue to get a cab from Kings Cross to London Bridge station, my patience was taking a battering, courtesy of a God Botherer with a loudspeaker, who practically shouted to no one who wanted to listen, that the Big J was the answer to all of the misfortune/war/pestilence/disease/utter bollocks in the world. I could've quite easily shoved his loudspeaker down his throat with a smug smile that said "Let your God fix that!". Everyone is entitled to their opinion, I get that, but it just pisses on my battery when these self-righteous shites inflict their opinion on a trapped audience - i.e. us poor commuters waiting oh so patiently for a taxi. (I have to add that if I had a bit more self-confidence, plus a sense of direction, I could take the easy route & catch the Tube/underground across the city to my next station. Unfortunately, I'm not very self-confident & my sense of direction is dangerous at best.) I finally got a cab & thought I'd have just enough time to get to London Bridge, in time for my connection. I thought wrong. My black cab driver was chirpy enough, but 10mins into the journey (fucking traffic) he turned around to tell me that Just Stop Oil eco protestors had blocked several roads & he had to take a longer route..........which took more time.......because every other bastard car on the road appeared to have been diverted to avoid the protest. I got to London Bridge station with less than a minute to sprint about 500m to the platform. My bulk & sprint are complete foreigners to each other. So I missed my connection. And had to wait almost an hour for the next train to Hastings, my final destination. There was no seating on the platform. Sods Law grrrr. By the time the train came, the 5 o'clock freak out was in full swing & there was standing room only in the carriage. My legs & specifically my knees were screaming silently for some relief. That only came half-way through the journey. I was not a happy bunny. I knew the station where I had to get off had a flight of steps from the platform & I was dreading having to climb them, lugging my case. I was so grateful when a fellow passenger offered to carry my bag for me - chivalry is not dead! I thanked the guy profusely, as he carried it to just outside the station for me. Moving on.....I got a cab to the hotel where I'd booked in......only to be told (apologetically) that the room I'd pre-booked had been given to someone else. I really was NOT AMUSED! After a brief discussion, the manager of the hotel allocated me another room on the ground floor, with its own access to the outside deck (for us heathens that smoke). I made a cuppa tea, took my takkies off & flaked out on the bed. I was well & truly knackered. I kept telling myself I'm too old for this shit! A journey from home - if all goes according to plan - really isn't hassle, but a journey fraught with delays & obstacles just feels like it ages me by at least a decade. Needless to say, I slept well that night, aided by several painkillers. The following day involved sorting out paperwork, meeting various people & getting all of my mums ducks in a row. Dubs* is now in a nursing home, so I had to sort out the sale of her static caravan. Thankfully, despite it taking bloody weeks, the sale was concluded & the new owner is very happy. The following day, I had breakfast & then spent the whole day with Dubs. She's been bed-ridden for 9mths now & is unfortunately showing very early signs of 'losing the plot', but thankfully on that particular day, she was pretty much on the ball & the conversations flowed. One more sleep & it was time for me to head home again.....yay! The trip back was 100% uneventful, despite one train being cancelled. A couple of months ago & after a bit of research, I decided to register with a reputable online dating agency. I'm really not into what I term Fast Fuck apps (Tinder, Plenty of Fish etc.) because in essence, I don't find the prospect of getting laid by a complete stranger very appealing. I don't need to get laid & some men I've chatted to online appear to have difficulty in understanding that! I've been asked several times why don't I need a man & I always give the same answer: I have a robotic lawnmower, a robotic vacuum cleaner & any other 'need' I might have comes with its own USB, thank you very much! (It's a pity it doesn't make a cuppa, but then I don't have to sleep on the wet spot 😄. Ahh, the joys of modern technology hey!) So, I registered with a reputable dating agency & was 'matched' with Adrian. We met for coffee, got on well & have since met regularly for either coffee or a meal. He's a couple of years older than me, is a widower & an all round perfect gentleman. He's fascinated by my interesting (slightly chaotic) life & I'm not bragging, but he's never come across someone like me before. He phones me every day & brings me flowers when he comes over to my house. I've introduced him to my bylaws & I've told Spadge about him, both of whom have wished me well in this new (ad)venture in my life. It's still 'early days' & I'm taking things slowly, because to be perfectly honest, I'm really enjoying my journey into finding ME again. I got lost - in a sense - a few decades ago, so living my life, basically for myself, is new territory & hell, I'm really enjoying it! My weight-loss journey has slowed right down, mainly because my knees hurt really badly, which hampers my enjoyment of going for a daily walk. The good news is I'm sticking to my self-imposed regime of healthy eating & haven't picked up any weight. It just pisses on my battery when a physiotherapist told me a couple of months ago to lose weight & do a bit of exercise. I've lost 23kg now but if anything, it seems to have accentuated the pain in my knees. I'm definitely of the opinion that getting old sucks. (Mind you, if a big, hairy biker pulled up to my spot on a Harley & offered to ride off into the sunset, I'd swing my leg over without hesitation. Ya can't take the rebel outta this wench just yet😂) I have an appointment with my GP next week (3wk wait for a bloody appointment!) & will suggest I'm sent for either x-rays or scan, as I can't carry on like this. In other news, Chikkin has successfully finished her first year at Stellenbosch University & is now home with the family for the end of year holidays. The Viking will be finishing this school year soon & will no doubt be looking forward to his final year of primary school. I wrote a short sci-fi story for him earlier this year - which I thoroughly enjoyed doing - so now I need to knuckle down & do another story for him. That's my lot for now..........she says to no one in particular! Time to head into the house & prepare something for dinner. I wonder if it's going to snow again.....hmmmm🤔  
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