It’s been a day of two halves up till now, and it’s only three in the afternoon, so the remainder could be a day of four, five or six halves (that’s tiffys maths for you) a phone call this morning from Combat Stress, to talk about my assessment being held back at Holly Bush house instead of over the phone lead to me trying to contact the Royal British Legion. After the three weeks since they were here, it seems that they have no record of my service. (Well that’s just a kick In the balls after the government told me I wasn’t an Habitual Resident!)
So the last fifteen years of service pay giving to them year after year has meant nothing. I’m sure that they knew my record of service back then!!! Anyway, the other part of the morning was spent with the old man. We talked, we drove to his favourite place for food, a small cafe in Blythe called “Dolly Dimples” makes the BIGGEST bacon rolls I have eaten outside the NAAFI (NOT Spar shit, REAL NAAFI). We drove along the route he and my mother used to drive, along the coast road and down country lanes. It kept him happy so that makes my day better 🙂
Now it seems these little (big) buggers have been springing up like mushrooms all over the place. Honestly, it was only a couple of weeks ago I was down this road, and the only things taller than the grass in these fields were cows.the old man looked at them reminiscing about the fields and the area in general. It’s good to get out and talk with a parent every now and then. You forget that they are only people as well, just like us. They have memories that they want to share, but if they lose their partner, who do they talk to, who do they turn to for friendship if all their own friends through life have died? I find that what children are for. Not for living away and working all hours god sends so they can watch their kids leave them. It’s a painful lesson when you look back and realise that you are your parents age when they lost their parents. Mortality keeps in and thoughts are replaced with feelings 🙂 (bit heavy?)
Regardless of anything, he REALLY needs to get that window cleaned, as well as the entire car, inside and out (I may do it for him) So the morning morning was filled with phone calls, anger, hatred and the yearning for retribution and the lunchtime morning was filled with reminiscing with the old man 🙂 stress levels coming down, smiles starting again….. I’ve JUST had a phone call from the house people (the ones who said the property might not be available for the time they stated) and un feasibly the keys should be there in time for me to get in on the date originally stated. It’s strange what an irate phone call does!!!!!!! Let’s see if the RBL take note!!!!!!
Feels like I’m here again already. On that note, I’m bringing this post to an end. I may strike another later today, seeing that the day is now splitting apart, in all manners of ways. May your faith keep you dry in the rain and wet in the bed.