Looking after the elderly
Grandad November 30th, 2010
During this little chilly snap, there are frequent reminders for people to check on their elderly neighbours.
Fuck that. I haven’t seen sight nor sound of any of my neighbours in ages. How fucking inconsiderate can you get? I could be frozen solid for all they care. Bastards.
So it’s just me and Sandy [and Herself, I suppose] fending off the elements by ourselves. I have been feeding the fox and the birds as I like to think I am a little more considerate of wildlife than my neighbours are of me. Bastards. Actually, the birds are remarkably cheerful, and I heard a blackbird ripping forth with his best Summer Song yesterday. I have a sneaking suspicion that I may have fed them the wrong seeds.
I ran out of some essential supplies so I had to go down to the village today. Do you think my neighbours would offer to go for me? Not a fucking chance. Bastards.
It wasn’t too bad out there. It was fucking cold, but I suppose that is to be expected, what with the cutting wind, the blast of dry icy snow and the sub-zero temperatures.
I made it back in one piece. In spite of falling a few times, I managed to get home without breaking any bottles of whiskey essential supplies. As I arrived at the gate, one of my neighbours was driving past in his four wheel drive. He asked if I wanted anything from the village. I told him to fuck off and that he should have asked me earlier.
Bastard.
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I trust you uttered the immortal words before leaving the house, ‘I am going out; I may be sometime’.
I’d check on you if I had a jet plane or something.
I’d check on you if I was sure to be offered a double measure of the ‘essential supplies’ with a dash of soda.
Not a good idea to feed foxes. They get in and chew faces off babies.
So SUV’s have their uses???
Ian – That’s what I always say anyway, though I don’t know how you know that?
RhodesTer & Gerry – Yiz are both welcome to drop in. I say ‘drop in’ because it’s unlikely you’ll get here by road.
TT – The best of luck to them. No babies here that I know of.
Sirvivor – No fucking use to me if they are going in the wrong direction?
Surely it’s the other way round – they’re the ones cut off from you.
Along the lines of the old English newspaper headline:
“Fog in the channel. Continent isolated.”