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Flaming June
Hot day today, and likely to be hotter tomorrow. Groan. I dislike hot weather. Can't understand the lure of hotter climates. I think if I ever went overseas for a holiday it would be to somewhere like Iceland.
The hair on my head used to be brown. It's not anymore; doubt there's a single brown hair left. My head is now covered in hairs of various shades of grey. Ah me.
Walked about eighteen miles today and feel no adverse effects. Took the same route as the group on Sunday and lost the path only once which was good for me. The only disconcerting bit was when the footpath went through a field full of cows. As I approached the gate to enter the field there were the cows all standing by the gate. Fortunately they stepped back as I opened the gate saying 'Excuse me, ladies,' and, though they looked interested in me, stayed put and didn't charge after me. Needless to say I walked briskly till I climbed over the style at the other end. It wasn't that long ago that a woman was trampled to death by a herd of cows.
The care home yesterday was OTT. For the price of a week's stay my father could go on a cruise. For the prices charged he could circle the world for the rest of his days. He'd get board and lodgings, endless entertainment, and not have to provide his own furniture.
After lunch we were shown round again. My father wanted a wee and said so in a loud voice. There was not a loo in sight which surprised me seeing how the place was for decrepit old folk. I asked the receptionist and she directed me down a long corridor. I hoped my father could last till he got there; he walks slowly. The toilet was palatial. You could have held a party in there. I failed to see the need for such a huge room. There was only one loo, one washbasin and one shower in there.
While my father peed, I went to find my mother who had been left behind. When we returned to the toilet and opened the door my father had vanished. He'd gone further into the room trying to find the way out.
We walked down another long corridor and passed a sign which said 'Janitor'. My father said, again loudly, he never whispers, 'Does that say jailor?' and then added, 'When are we going home?'
Thought for today
Willingness to change is a strength, even if it means plunging part of the company into total confusion for a while.
Jack Welch (1935 - ) American businessman
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(7.6.06 21:47)
Like you I don't like hot weather. Again like you my hair is various shades of grey but you've almost certainly got a lot more than me.
There's no way my knees would allow me to walk 18 miles without protesting somewhat.
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