Today is Wednesday 21st October

The day is overcast and gloomy, with drizzling rain likely to be in for the duration.
The news matches the weather as more areas are being put into the Tier 3 categories.  Residents of holiday resorts like ours are growing more and more anxious as those in the big towns about to go into lockdown have time to pack and are coming to take up residence in holiday homes, holiday flats, caravan parks and touring caravan sites. Several of our B&Bs have closed, not purely due to the Coronavirus crisis, but vandalism to rooms by visitors in the Summer. Our local launderette, once spotless regardless of the time of day visited in the 12 hours of being open, is filthy and used as a meeting place because regular haunts are now closed.  It is unlikely there will be a return to the darts league as the pub I played for along with two B&Bs, two clubs and another pub have all thrown in the towel. Should the curfew of closing pubs at 10pm be applied, there would be a lot of matches abandoned due to Double One syndrome.
In truth, I am tired of all of it: our government being driven by the money men, our Chancellor spending money he hasn’t got and making promises he then has to welch on, and the application of one rule for Them and another for Everyone Else. The case numbers are rocketing, and people are getting more and more angry as TPTB play with people’s lives, ignore the elderly and those in dire need, and then award themselves a pay rise. Protect the Health Service they say, well we haven’t got one here as it takes 40-45 minutes on hold to get through to reception at the surgery, IF they don’t cut you off, and actually seeing a GP? You can forget that. Best plan of attack is dialling 111 and if necessary pile in the car and get ourselves to A&E or an Emergency Care Unit some 35 and 18 miles away respectively. OK for us as we both drive, but not OK for the housebound, disabled, or those living alone. We see an ambulance in our road with their blues flashing at least twice a day.

Not a very cheerful way to start the day I’m afraid.
General routine is in play, walk dog (wee, no poo), breakfast, check emails, weather report, news both local and otherwise, second or third cup of tea, think about lunch, blog.
Hope your day is brighter.
Keep well and safe everyone.

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! We have recently lost our beloved dog 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, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. 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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6 Responses to Today is Wednesday 21st October

  1. willowdot21 says:

    It’s not really but we do need keep smiling… I tell , as you know it’s not all easy. Chin up chick 💜

  2. Good morning, the started you day sounds like mine. Last night I managed to work myself into a very stress for time. Kathy is doing all she can to made the changed of caregiver easy. The stress of doing normal activities is getting to everyone. Stay safe and be well.

  3. Things are brighter over here weather wise (it’s sunny if brisk out there), but the ‘feeling’ of hopelessness, the overwhelming stupidity and disregard for anyone else, and the unthinkable ‘ruling’ our country is exactly the same. At least you have your hubs to share your burden, and the wonderful Maggie to brighten your day. I cling to Ziggy with a desperation he probably finds quite unseemly, but he’s my anchor in an endless stormy sea. I hear you. We have to cling to hope, because really that’s all we have left..

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