The temperature has dropped
I don’t mean in a Oh Aunty Agatha has walked into the room, I hope Uncle Benji doesn’t start arguing with her over the amount of gin she had tonight way. I mean in a its bloody freezing way. So much so I had to blow the dust off my scarf and wooly hat. Yes I said hat and scarf. Just last week I was bringing a change of clothes because I get warm walking. Now you’d be lucky to get warm running. I’m sure if someone changed the dial whilst we were sleeping but there has been a definte freeze over. Out came the winter woolies and so began the strange looks. I tried googling my hat but its hard to get across to google what it looks like so mostly I get pictures like this.
Can I just say the hat does not look anything like that. This is purely for illustration purposes. Thank you. Its hard to describe by hat so I suppose I could qoute a mate who said she used to wear one but one day on the bus someone pointed at her, a child I hope and made some comment about teletubbies. Now if this girl sneezed she’d be declared missing so one can only assume the ovbservant child was talking about her colourful attire. I don’t really pass any heed on looks unless you’re the guy who kept looking this morning. As it was cold I got Luas, Big Bus, little bus. See I am already in children’s program mode. So when I get to the little bus, yer man stares at me. I look behind me to make sure a troop of small children have not
followed me mistaking me for Tinky Winky or Wonky Donkey or whatever the hell those feckers are called.Nope, nada. He stares some as I move past him to sit behind him on the bus. Now I wouldn’t mind but he is wearing what can only be described as a tea cosy on his head to the phrase , pot, kettle and black spring to mind.
The mood is much better today, mainly because I decided enough with the wallowing. I don’t do wallowing well. Who does?! But I’m perfer to sort things out. So yesterday I plucked up the courage to ring the IACP and find a counseller type person in my area. Why would wallow alone when I can pay someone to listen to me whinge. When talking to the receptionist to get a list of counsellers, I had to refrain a number of times from asking for one who has no issues with me talking about meerkats, tractors, potatoes or miriam. Not necessarily in that order. I fear if I had said that out loud I might have jumped from needing a counseller to being checked in. So I refrained. I got some details, I emailed them off and I have an appointment next week. Now the only experience I have with counseller/therapist type people is through 2 ways. The movies and the kid. Lets face it the former is never really a good term of reference. Because there are no couches. At least I think there are no couches. The kids therapists and I use the plural word because she had many were varied. The one that lasted the longest and god bless her she may have since given up was the woman who worked
with Solas in Barnados. Such a lovely lady. But the amazing ability to make you cry at the drop of a hat. Not that the kid did. But I did. Whenever she turned those concerned eyes onto I ended up blubbering like an idiot. So much for being strong for the kid. I have some expierence you could say. Mammy2 assured me there would be no
“Did you have issues with your childhood?” I thank the lord for not having to have that discussion. I mean we all did. One christmas I asked for a train set, and you know what I got. A pull around train set with blocks. Had I had any mates I would have been the laughing stock of the place. Or the lesbian depending on who you talked to. Thankfully one of the advantages of being me back then was we had no mates. Well apart from the sister. When she started laughing at me face, I threated to tie her barbie to the non-existent train track and run across her with it. That shut her up pretty quickly.
The kid calls around tonight. Poor Mammy2 was under the illusion that she might be hanging around for a while and we could all watch a movie or do some family orientated like shout at each other for a while or even better call a family meeting. God its been ages. However I told Mammy2, the kid was coming over for 2 reasons. She was getting dinner cooked for her and we had bought her a phone. Once she had her belly full and her phone in her pocket she’d be gone. She’d also give the bathoom and bedroom the once over to see where there any new duvet sets or shampoo she could steal. All the latest duvet sets come with shampoo in case you’re wondering.
