Pause for a moment from informing the whole world of my little difficulties and think of my problems.....here alone in my little bedsit. This crisis has been a huge learning experience for me.
I have learned that it is a mistake to try to take a place at the front of a queue waiting to enter a Supermarket. Old age, a crippled gait or an appeal to a distinguished Service record….will not deter these barbarians from throwing stones or shouting rude remarks. I think I can say without fear of being contradicted….that it was not like this in my day, I’m relying upon other accounts here as I can no longer remember how it was in my day…..but I know I it wasn’t like this.
When the Care Officer’s voice may suddenly, at any time, boom out from the intercom… I now know that it is unwise to sit in the morning sipping a cup of very hot coffee while wearing ones jammies. Hot coffee, when lavished upon my private parts, I find is a very bad thing….and it matters not a jot or tittle whether she’s enquiring whether I’m in good health or not. I don’t care how caring the woman is… I’m unwilling to be persuaded to the contrary here.