No photos of the actual poop – I promise!
I only mention it because there was a danger that as a member of the health service I was in danger of acquiring an inflated sense of importance. Suddenly the entire NHS have been exalted to superhero status (quite right too!), but to keep me grounded, I had a reminder this week that just because I am working ridiculously long days in extremely demanding conditions, there is no reason to feel all elevated.
Instead I was assigned the task of scraping the poop off the patio because my clients, who are now working from home, were sunbathing in their garden (which is an appropriate exercise when social distancing) and complained that all they could see was the poop on the patio. By the looks of things, it had been there for days. Poor clients had not thought of clearing it off the patio themselves.
So I put on my PPE and went about the task.
Not only am I fighting on the front line of the invisible war…I am also an expert at property maintenance.
No task too great…no task too menial. Self-importance is soooooo overrated. Long ago, when I saw it in others who have had a big influence on me and been an inspiration, I realized that humility is one of the most beautiful qualities a human can display. I have fallen in love with people when I witnessed their humility. So…I am going to remind myself that poop on the patio is no big deal.
Not only will I carry on working hard at my day job…I’ll roll up my sleeves and take on any other work that needs to be done.
Every single day at work we are bombarded with questions in connection with the …you know. It’s hard to think about anything else. I know more and more people who are self-isolating and everyone else is social distancing. Many of my friends are anxious about their parents or grandparents. It is hard to switch off that anxiety. Then there are the financial worries many are facing. We are all wondering what is ahead.
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Normally I go to the same supermarket to do my shopping. But almost three weeks ago, I had to search five supermarkets near me in the search for toilet rolls. While I was at these different shops, I ended up buying all sorts of other items I don’t usually buy. It was costing me a fortune! Thinking about what I might need if I have to self-isolate completely for either seven days or a fortnight, I bought tinned goods that I don’t normally look at, including asparagus soup, curried baked beans, mushy peas and black eyes beans. I did eventually find toilet rolls and then Jack pinched most of them! I am just about to run out again, but I now know that as someone who works for the NHS, I have a route to obtain some! Wooh hoooh!
I had a dress all picked out for an event that I was supposed to be going to. But the event has been cancelled because of the …you know. My lovely dress will have to stay in the wardrobe for another big event. It is not really a summer dress, it is more of a winter dress. It is tapework and although it is lovely, the fabric feels quite heavy when you wear it. I showed Jack and he liked it. He liked taking it off me too. Normally, I go to a lot of large events on a regular basis, so the coming months will be very different. But it is a necessary measure to protect especially our precious older ones.
Nice. I just am. I like being nice.
Also, both us and our neighbours would sometimes lock ourselves out. Several times my Dad was called upon to provide the solution. Because he was a window cleaner he had ladders. Because our council houses were so crumby, we all had damp problems, so we all tended to leave a little window flap open to allow ventilation. So whenever someone locked themselves out of the house, Dad would climb up the ladder with one of us little ones and we would have to squeeze through the little flap. We then had to run down stairs and open the front door. I remember having to find a chair or a bench to reach the door hand handle in both our house and the neighbours’ houses.
What else? Hmm.
I don’t find animals sexy.
Or are you talking about information? There are things I like to keep to myself. What has my age got to do with anything? I ask you! What has the tiny account in my bank got to do with anything? What has my weight got to do with anything?
I am so glad I can’t read minds. I think I would find it unnerving.
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