2014, H A G the return

hagIt’s coming up for Halloween again and in September last year I did a post called R U a HAG?
My broomstick is sitting in the corner of the bathroom having mated with a long handled dustpan, and is now ideal for cleaning out the boat every day in a matter of minutes. Not exactly magic, but much better than pushing a hoover for half an hour and running up the electric bill.

My H A G of the post still applies though, and to date I have only received 2 letters from down South, one of which was shortly after we arrived here. Saying that, we have visited three times since moving out of the house, and I continue to write every week.

My sister is an enigma. It is very difficult to gauge her moods and attitude, especially from a distance, and a little while ago I thought that things were ‘accepted’. Apparently there has been a shift and again I am in the wrong.

siblingI have said before that of my 3 siblings, I am closest to my brother in NZ. If we had been able to join him, we would have been on the plane before the ink was dry on the sale documents.
That too would have been wrong, seen as desertion, and once again martyrdom would have prevailed. Brownie points all round, but a big black X for me.

We offered to take over the reins of permanent care, but were declined.
Where we lived was a small village with no shops or amenities out in the country, and therefore not really attractive to an elderly relative. The medical care was seriously wanting, so that was a definite issue to consider, but it would not have been impossible. When the time came to move, it would have been a totally different kettle of fish as we would have had the responsibility for someone else, and would not be where we are now.

Just a little point here, my Mum once came to stay for 2 months which included her birthday, but there was no contact whatsoever from down South.
How strange is that do you think?
happy birthday
I don’t know what is expected of me to be honest.
No-one tells me what’s going on unless they want to moan about it or blame me for it. I’m not surprised then that I’m the black sheep of the family, the poor relation, the one nobody wants to know.

But you know, I can live with all of that.
I don’t really care what people think of me, especially when most of them are friends or acquaintances of those who complain and therefore don’t know me at all.
I do not think I am a bad person, nor do I feel the way we live is Bad.
We don’t conform to the norm, and people just don’t know how to handle us!

When out together, we are seen as a couple who are chatty, enjoy a laugh, and who try to brighten their day. People remember us, and I don’t think in a negative way, though I suppose if they are really pissed off with life, then people like us are annoying and a real pain in the arse.

We do think and care about other people though, even strangers.
A lady fell in the street at the weekend and we were some of the first to go to her aid.
I called an ambulance, and we stayed with her until it arrived.
She had a huge lump coming up on her temple, was a bit shaken and had broken her wrist.
If she had been on her own, I would have gone with her to the hospital if she wanted me to, but luckily she was with either 2 friends or relations and there was no need.

Sometimes though, I wish I believed in all the hocus pocus and could magic away these
H A G type feelings.
Maybe I should take my broomstick out of retirement and cackle my way out into the night.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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2 Responses to 2014, H A G the return

  1. Crooked Tracks says:

    You can’t pick your family so live your own life.

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