Mid-morning Monday found Mrs P and me arriving at the
local shopping outlet village, Mrs P doing the driving duties due to my
incapacitation. For some reason I was under the impression that what we were
told on the nightly BBC news was true, and we were still in the middle of a
recession, which was hitting pensioners especially hard. Well all I can say is
someone forgot to tell my fellow shoppers. It was heaving, people everywhere and
this on a Monday. Even Mrs P was moved to say that “I didn’t expect this many
people to be off work today.” A credit crunch there maybe, but it was difficult
to see from the queues in M&S. As my mending shoulder was jostled for the umpteenth
time, by a grey/blue rinsed head, and as Mrs P abandoned me once again outside
the fitting rooms, I wondered who truly are the golden generation. It also
reaffirmed why I’m not a great shopping companion for Mrs P, she does deserve
better.
In contrast physio on Tuesday was a walk in the park.
Whilst I might have entertained ideas, of a pretty young physio gently
manipulating my shoulder. What I got instead was a strapping shaven headed
chap, and the opportunity to walk down a cold room with my shirt off. So it was,
that I was sent on my way with a list of exercises to do, and my arm slightly
sorer than it had been before. One man’s pain is truly another man’s gain.
Yours shopping online.
Jay
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