My lovely friend Kathleen and I were able to catch up for a while today. She comes out to Calhame to make sure we are all okay. The girl is a force of nature. Talk about cleaning and ironing. I don’t do the ironing thing. My friend BB and Kathleen would have a field day swapping stories about my ideas for rolling things instead of pressing them if they ever get together. Best to keep them apart for as long as possible me thinks.
Back to the gallant Knights.
I went in search of my mate this afternoon. I was sure I knew where she lived. She’d texted me her address with a description of the house which I was sure I’d memorised (error!). So after a while driving round in circles I flagged down the Postman and asked him for directions. The honey bunny took me right to the place I asked him about. Don’t you love those guys? They are underestimated by the corporate hierarchy who want to turn the postal service into a lean mean machine. (Mean being the operative word). In communities like ours, trying to hold on to our way of life is what separates us from the escalating chaos around us.
The lady who answered the door didn’t know me from Adam. Off I go again. Met a lad on a bike and asked him if he knew my mate. He didn’t but he elected to help me find the address. So off we go with Mark cycling ahead and me following in the car. He showed me all the possible abodes and I reckoned we had found the right one. I go confidently up to the door and give it a sound knock. The lovely girl who answered said I’d got the wrong address. I said, you’re kidding? That’s when she starting looking at me as if I were mad. I wonder why that would be.
Mark decided that I shouldn’t be left to my own devices and got me to follow him home where he produced this amazing phone with google mapping. He asked me again where I wanted to go and on checking the Dudes text I discovered that Race and River have only the R and E in common and are not in the same area at all.
Mark sent me on my way with doubt in his eyes that I would get there. Eventually I made it. Michelle just shakes her head and says nothing. I am so flaky I would make a good puff pastry.
Although I was lost for a long time I met two wonderful guys. Knights in shining armour on wheels. They have restored my faith in human nature.
I so hope to meet you again though it would be better if you found me rather than the other way round.
And now for the moaning part. Brace yourselves because it isn’t nice. I went into the toon to a local supermarket and while I was waiting to use the cash machine a family came out. The parents lit up their cigarettes straight away. The mother had hers hanging out her mouth while she beat the hell out of a toddler. I am ashamed to say I didn’t step in. Not like me. Glaring at them only got the father to shake his head and say, “Kids”.
Why have children if you want to treat them badly and use them as punch bags? They need care and nurture and love. The difference between one part of my day and the other is like north and south poles. The fact that I didn’t do anything about the treatment that wee boy was getting is weighing heavily on my conscience. I guess the store has CCTV and I can tell someone to check it. A law was passed about child abuse if I am right. The husband says he sees it all the time in public.
I know this for sure. When Mark grows up and has a family they will get the most loving dad ever. MMx
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