Wednesday, May 05, 2010
I have to decide.
Harry certainly knows where the blackbird's nest is now.
Frieda popped round this morning to say that Harry was out there almost with his head in the nest.
So Bill popped round to shoo him off and then to stick his camera lens into the nest.
But cats will be cats. Hopefully, though, these little birds will make it to adulthood.
This morning Bill and I walked into town via the post office.
I collected my new glasses.
I was a bit put out to find that it would cost me £20 to have an optician check out the inside of my eye.
I am not due for an eye test just now.
It just proves my point that an optician is not a medical person, but rather more of a salesman for the spectacles companies. And what rip off spectacles are!
The girl who checked the fitting of my glasses did say she would pass a message on to an optician and he would ring me back.
And he did call. His advice was to do what I had already decided to do - make an appointment to see the GP and ask to be referred on to the hospital.
The optician was quite helpful and it does seem that I have no major damage.
But this means there is nothing anybody can do.
The floaty bits are there - I shall have to learn to ignore them.
I ignored them whilst concentrating on my next bit of shopping.
I wanted some flat little shoes suitable for wearing with a skirt in the summer.
The trend is for very little shoes, hardly covering one's toes. They don't suit me and I didn't feel comfortable in them.
In Primark however I found something I have been looking for - cheap brightly coloured plimsolls.
My red ones cost me £2 and the purple ones were £4.
We also called in at T J Hughes to see what they had in the "suitable for wearing with a skirt" line.
I found some extremely comfortable flat shoes with a bar, made by Scholl.
At least they were comfortable in the shop.....I often find that, but later on realise that they just will not do.
I hate shoes!
Perhaps I should hate my feet!
I fell asleep after lunch.
Bill feels tired too. I think Bill is rather down at the moment - showing many signs of a flare up of his permanent low level depression.
We had more dealings with neighbours later on. Isobel came round worried that Frieda was being taken advantage of by the people doing her kitchen. Its a council house. And the method of working does seem to be long drawn out.
Bill went round to check that things were OK.
So, tomorrow we vote.
Will we change Britain for ever?
I doubt it.
But some things have been started during this campaign that perhaps will not now go away.
Once upon a time those odd Liberals suggested that proportional representation was a fairer way to elect our parliament.
Now they are seen as less odd and PR has captured people's imagination.
But the other 2 parties will not want it.
If we have a hung parliament the people will see how ridiculous our present system is.
But nothing will be done before the next election.
If it is a hung parliament there will be another election in the autumn.
The trouble is I am still undecided about who to vote for. Probably, in Crawley, tactics should rule my decision, rather more than what I think.
And just a passing thought - do you think that Gordon Brown suddenly seems so happy and fired up because he has decided whatever happens he is going on to a new and quieter life?
We will vote later in the day.
We are going to Ford in the morning.
We can't go on Saturday so decided to have a day out tomorrow instead.
It is the athletics County Championships this weekend.
Bill is chief on Saturday.
In his present malaise he will need support and encouragement - and he has opted for me to work with him because hopefully I can do that best.
Frieda popped round this morning to say that Harry was out there almost with his head in the nest.
So Bill popped round to shoo him off and then to stick his camera lens into the nest.
But cats will be cats. Hopefully, though, these little birds will make it to adulthood.
This morning Bill and I walked into town via the post office.
I collected my new glasses.
I was a bit put out to find that it would cost me £20 to have an optician check out the inside of my eye.
I am not due for an eye test just now.
It just proves my point that an optician is not a medical person, but rather more of a salesman for the spectacles companies. And what rip off spectacles are!
The girl who checked the fitting of my glasses did say she would pass a message on to an optician and he would ring me back.
And he did call. His advice was to do what I had already decided to do - make an appointment to see the GP and ask to be referred on to the hospital.
The optician was quite helpful and it does seem that I have no major damage.
But this means there is nothing anybody can do.
The floaty bits are there - I shall have to learn to ignore them.
I ignored them whilst concentrating on my next bit of shopping.
I wanted some flat little shoes suitable for wearing with a skirt in the summer.
The trend is for very little shoes, hardly covering one's toes. They don't suit me and I didn't feel comfortable in them.
In Primark however I found something I have been looking for - cheap brightly coloured plimsolls.
My red ones cost me £2 and the purple ones were £4.
We also called in at T J Hughes to see what they had in the "suitable for wearing with a skirt" line.
I found some extremely comfortable flat shoes with a bar, made by Scholl.
At least they were comfortable in the shop.....I often find that, but later on realise that they just will not do.
I hate shoes!
Perhaps I should hate my feet!
I fell asleep after lunch.
Bill feels tired too. I think Bill is rather down at the moment - showing many signs of a flare up of his permanent low level depression.
We had more dealings with neighbours later on. Isobel came round worried that Frieda was being taken advantage of by the people doing her kitchen. Its a council house. And the method of working does seem to be long drawn out.
Bill went round to check that things were OK.
So, tomorrow we vote.
Will we change Britain for ever?
I doubt it.
But some things have been started during this campaign that perhaps will not now go away.
Once upon a time those odd Liberals suggested that proportional representation was a fairer way to elect our parliament.
Now they are seen as less odd and PR has captured people's imagination.
But the other 2 parties will not want it.
If we have a hung parliament the people will see how ridiculous our present system is.
But nothing will be done before the next election.
If it is a hung parliament there will be another election in the autumn.
The trouble is I am still undecided about who to vote for. Probably, in Crawley, tactics should rule my decision, rather more than what I think.
And just a passing thought - do you think that Gordon Brown suddenly seems so happy and fired up because he has decided whatever happens he is going on to a new and quieter life?
We will vote later in the day.
We are going to Ford in the morning.
We can't go on Saturday so decided to have a day out tomorrow instead.
It is the athletics County Championships this weekend.
Bill is chief on Saturday.
In his present malaise he will need support and encouragement - and he has opted for me to work with him because hopefully I can do that best.
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