We now live in a world in which TV travel programmes feature the delights of … Weatherfield. Seriously. I’m not holding my breath for sojourns to exotic climes this year, but I’m hoping that, by the summer, I’ll at least be able to go a bit further than Media City. Not that there’s anything wrong with Media City, I hasten to add. Joanna Lumley, who was presenting the programme, was very lucky to be able to sit in the Rovers Return with Ken Barlow, because future scripts are being rewritten, so it looks as if the Rovers’ll be back to doing takeaways only. Rather like The Coffee Sack near chez moi. I have only recently discovered that the said Coffee Sack does the most lovely scones. However, this morning, when I went in, disaster struck. There were no scones. The man said that, not expecting many customers in this awful weather, he’d only made half a dozen, and someone had come in and bought the lot. How dare they?!
I must have looked so devastated, even behind the mask, that he said I could have a cup of tea for free. I did offer to pay for it – it’s not as if he’s contractually obliged to provide me with a weekly scone, after all – but no, he insisted. Free tea, to make up for the disappointment! How nice is that? It’s little things like that which make this very difficult time bearable. As for the person who bought six scones, I shall assume that they were either a) very hungry or b) part of a large household, rather than that they were planning anything nefarious. Welcome to Lockdown-land, in which buying six scones could be construed as being suspicious. Anyway. Three cheers for free cups of tea!
(Apologies for anyone who’s got this in WP reader and can see it three times, but the good news is that I’ve now worked out that the Facebook app wants big pictures and small titles. It used to prefer small pictures. So I now need to post with a big picture and small title, share it on Facebook, then change the picture to a larger one and, if necessary, add in the rest of the title. It never used to be so difficult!!)
As for anxious toes, one of the many weird things about living with anxiety is that random bits of you start to hurt even though there isn’t very much physically wrong with them. On Thursday night, whilst moving the furniture in the front room around so that I could hoover, I stubbed my toe on the settee. Ouch. Then I woke up at two o’clock in the morning, in so much pain with this toe that I had to take two ibuprofen. I knew jolly well that it was anxiety pains and not actual pains, because stubbed toes do not still hurt eight hours later, but this is what happens. It can be knees, backs, stomachs, whatever. I don’t even know exactly what it was all about, and this is something else that happens. Was it anxiety about how fat I am? Scones aside, I am really trying hard to lose weight, but it’s not working 😦 . Was it because my car was going in for its MOT that day? Was it to do with phone updates (these stress me out like mad)? Was it to do with the Australian Open? Quite possibly: I am extremely stressed about Rafa’s bad back. But I don’t actually know. So, if anyone’s reading this, and knows how to read the minds of anxious toes, do please let me know.
Pretty much everyone’s a bit stressed out at the moment. That’s why it’s so nice to be on the receiving end of an act of kindness such as the free cup of tea. It was particularly nice because there has been quite a bit of nastiness around in recent days. The worst of it was from the small minority of people who tried to use the death of Captain Sir Tom Moore to attack the government and score political points, and even, in the case of one vile vicar, to accuse the whole country of being racist. What is wrong with some people? Whatever your political views may be, don’t start dragging the death of a lovely, kind-hearted old man who lifted everyone’s spirits into them. I just hope that the Moore family weren’t too upset by it.
Please be nice to people. It’s upsetting to be criticised because you’ve bought something from Amazon, even though most other shops are closed and it’s none of anyone else’s business where you buy from anyway, or for trying to cheer yourself up with a nice cake which happened to be served a polystyrene box, and even more upsetting when, after congratulating someone on their work being featured in a national newspaper, someone attacks both of you because the newspaper concerned doesn’t meet with their approval. Then there are the people slagging off anyone hoping to go on holiday this summer as being irresponsible. These comments come from people who live in rural areas and don’t work, needless to say, not from people who are chained to office computers for five days a week and are getting rather tired of only being able to walk round housing estates and the same local parks in their little free time. We need a break, OK.
But there are a lot of lovely people out there. And free tea is much appreciated!
Rest in peace, Captain Sir Tom. You were a wonderful man. And I was also sad to hear of the death of Christopher Plummer. I would so have married Captain von Trapp, although I’m not sure about taking on seven children. And, yes, I do know that he got frustrated about for ever being associated with The Sound of Music, but what a wonderful film with which to be associated! I just typed “to be associated with”, looked at it in horror, and correct it!
To go back to the MOT, hooray, my car passed without needing anything more than a new windscreen wiper blade. Strange times at the garage, though. No chairs for customers. Everything to be taken out of the car. And I was sent several e-mails asking me to drive to the garage with all the windows open, to let the air circulate, but I’m afraid that I ignored those. The garage is only three miles away, but there are a lot of traffic lights between here and there, and sitting in a stationary car with all the windows open is really not a good idea, especially when you’re a lone female. Sorry, garage. But I did stick to all your other rules.
Other things happening this week have included a video of a meeting of Handforth Parish Council going viral. You know, Handforth, where the big John Lewis is? Remember that, from the olden days, when we used to do things like going to shops. I met my cousin for a drink in the cafe there once. Remember those days? Not only could you go into shops, but you could sit down in cafes, and you could even meet your friends and relations! I feel like I should have the Hovis advert music playing.
Local elections are to go ahead, but it’ll be BYOB. No, not bring your own bottle. Bring your own biro.
And there’s also been talk of extending the term over which the government support loans for businesses hit by restrictions are to be repaid. There are two different types of loans available to affected small businesses, depending on which one best suits their circumstances – the bounceback loans, and the Coronavirus Business Interruption Loans. Due to HMRC’s obsession with acronyms, the latter are known as CBILs, pronounced “Sybils”. We are in a severe economic crisis, thanks to this horrible virus, and it’s feared that up to 15% of small businesses may not survive. There’s certainly nothing funny about it. But, every time I hear someone going on about “Sybils”, I half-expect Prunella Scales to turn up and start shouting at John Cleese to repay his loan. A small hotel would definitely need a loan. But let’s hope that we’ll be back in small hotels, or any other accommodation of your choice, this summer.
In the meantime, here’s to tea and scones. Oh, and I got a scone from M&S in the end. But the ones from The Coffee Sack are nicer! I shall be back there next week, at whatever time best fits in with the night session at the Australian Open, hoping for better luck 🙂 .
(This is here twice because I was trying to get the picture to display on Facebook!)