Tuesday 16: Plans changed. Cancelled. Slept like a rock but the inflammation is still there, and it would be daft to freeze on a railway station or in the meeting hall - especially since with the latter I would be unable to move. Anyway, there is much still to do. But first the chemist for heat pads.
I walked two miles to the one by the station, detouring at the one in the village which, as usual, always looks empty. At least it now has steps by the door (instead of walking half a mile up the ramps).
The other pharmacist was helpful, but the woman behind the counter was one of those ignorant oiks who has not learned the difference between customer service and idle chatter.
She was serving a woman in front of me whom she seemed to know. Quite naturally she had a chatty conversation with her (nothing to do with items to buy from the chemist). Except the conversation went on - and on - after the purchase had been completed. And she did not once look at the people queueing up, to acknowledge them. So, after a few minutes of waiting, I said `excuse meī.
The woman chatted to was good mannered, as she instantly moved out of the way. I asked the counter assistant if she always continued with private conversations while customers were waiting. No, she replied. Was it reserved just for me, I asked. No, came back the reply. Then an apology is surely in order (ie sorry to keep you waiting), I answered. It came.
With any sort of customer service, we should not have to ask or chase. Quality service is pre-emptive. It is empathetic. And it is based on proactive communication. Meaning I should not have had to ask to get her attention - especially as I was buying from them!
God gets the blame for a lot of things, but to murder and cannibalise - especially one body dug up from a grave - yeurk! - because God never gave you any money is definitely a new low. Besides, weīd all be murdering and cannibalising in protest at Godīs mysterious ways.
Things do work out eventually, although I agree Godīs idea of time is definitely not the same as a mere human!
(Maybe there is something in the creationist idea of six days. Especially based on the aeons I sometimes have to wait to get a desire manifested!!!)
Had to laugh though at the comment from `Michaelī on the Daily Mail website: "I dunno, what a strange planet I have landed on, I hope I don’t arrive here again next life time." Hahaha. Sounds like something I would have written!
I donīt mind people eating meat, so why are some brainless carnivores so anti-vegetarian? Even their studies are half-arsed.
Clarissa Dickson Wright, one of the fat chefs, was also pretty scathing about vegetarians this morning, and it wasnīt even an intelligent criticism. It was purely emotional and rather rude, if I recall. Now, considering practically all Hindus and Buddhists are also vegetarian, that is technically offensive. Just as well most vegetarians, me inc, are quite forgiving. Doesnīt mean we turn the other cheek first though.
In all the articles and blog posts, not one has referenced the actual study, (they referenced a newspaper article) so I dug out a contact and have asked to read it. The press release doesnīt say a great deal but only mentions higher levels of B12 - and that none had a B12 deficiency. Certainly nothing about vegetarians per se although it might be different in the study.
I have no intention of subscribing to Neurology just to read it and from this piece on the alzheimersī site, it does seem to be related to B vitamins. Letīs see.
PS I didn’t have a duvet day, but I should have.
Tuesday 23: Black mark to Sainsbury. After a curate’s egg of a day, I detoured to pick up some food and finally sat down to some coffee and peanut cookies. Yeurk! 
Wednesday 12: Up at 4:30am, and scraping ice from the windscreen at an ungodly hour reminded me of those many, many years when that was the norm. Each day. Every day. No wonder I enjoy the freedom of being my own boss.
