Saturday December 6, 2008
All day today I’ve been feeling the strength and optimism flowing back into me. It’s a wonderful machine, the human body.
Graham is anxious I don’t take things too fast, and insisted that our Swansea provisioning should shift venue to Tesco’s Neath Abbey. Not too far to drive, and easy to reach in one of those thankfully frequent sunny spells that’ve been displacing the cold weather.
I wasn’t about to argue. He’s been observing my strengths and weaknesses for over thirty years and is best situated to express an opinion on what I can and what I ought not to do, day by day.
Funnily enough it was him who showed the weakness thing in Tesco’s, scooping me and my trolley up in a great rush as we neared the checkouts and exit. He even went so far as to purloin one of my favourite lines, stating that the place was doing his head in.
It was horrid in there today. Hot, dark, very noisy, and filled with people seemingly in as much of a rush to get out of there as we were. Except that they weren’t as well-mannered about it. Haven’t seen so many frowns and scowls in once place since we left England.
And then, home, to find one neighbour mourning the loss of his computer monitor and another hanging a decorative Father Christmas from his balcony. I don’t think we’ll be treating Father Christmas in so unfeeling a manner this year, or any year, and when a computer monitor dies in this household it’s seized upon with great glee as a good strong reason to get a bigger one.
It’s all a matter of approach, I suppose. And attitude.
