Happy Holidays...
Sadly, my mother managed to break her left hip the Saturday before Christmas and we had to take an unplanned two day visit to Wolverhampton early last week. We always were going to visit for Christmas despite my Mom telling everyone that she was going to "be alone until January". So it was Wolves Monday/Tuesday, back home Wednesday and Wolves again Thursday to Sunday.
We spent a very odd few days up there which included visiting the hospital on Christmas & Boxing Day and having Christmas Lunch in her house without Mom actually being there.
Mom treated the injury with scant regard - "it is a bit sore" was the only complaint, despite the hospital having to fix it with a pin. It reminded me of the Black Knight in Monty Python And The Holy Grail - "It's only a flesh wound...".
We took the opportunity to do some "sales shopping" on Boxing Day in the town centre. This included a visit to Marks And Spencer in Dudley Street. We were browsing the jumpers when a chap remarked that they were "bloody hopeless" as there were "no assistants to be found". A brief scan of the store also revealed no one on the tills and in fact, no one, anywhere.
We walked to the exit where a rather nervous looking man with a walkie-talkie was shouting "The store's closed, please leave!". Just for a second there was that pause as people looked at what they were hoping to buy and answered the question - "Hmm, do I leave these were they are, or shall I just stroll out with them?". Fair play to Wolverhampton, a little pile of jumpers and saucepans appeared by the door as people left.
We realised that the door must have been open since Christmas Eve and all Christmas Day.
My daughter remarked, "If that'd been in Chatham, it'd be emptied in 5 minutes and everything on eBay by the evening..."
When you see it on the news, remember, We were there...
We spent a very odd few days up there which included visiting the hospital on Christmas & Boxing Day and having Christmas Lunch in her house without Mom actually being there.
Mom treated the injury with scant regard - "it is a bit sore" was the only complaint, despite the hospital having to fix it with a pin. It reminded me of the Black Knight in Monty Python And The Holy Grail - "It's only a flesh wound...".
We took the opportunity to do some "sales shopping" on Boxing Day in the town centre. This included a visit to Marks And Spencer in Dudley Street. We were browsing the jumpers when a chap remarked that they were "bloody hopeless" as there were "no assistants to be found". A brief scan of the store also revealed no one on the tills and in fact, no one, anywhere.
We walked to the exit where a rather nervous looking man with a walkie-talkie was shouting "The store's closed, please leave!". Just for a second there was that pause as people looked at what they were hoping to buy and answered the question - "Hmm, do I leave these were they are, or shall I just stroll out with them?". Fair play to Wolverhampton, a little pile of jumpers and saucepans appeared by the door as people left.
We realised that the door must have been open since Christmas Eve and all Christmas Day.
My daughter remarked, "If that'd been in Chatham, it'd be emptied in 5 minutes and everything on eBay by the evening..."
When you see it on the news, remember, We were there...
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