Monday, 27 April 2020
Doomed?
Monday morning! I’m up, dressed and ready....but I don’t know whether to expect my cleaner or not! I would rather she didn’t come actually...I’m fine on my own. I don’t make much mess. My cleaner was my husbands cleaner. I got her by default really. I certainly don’t want to sack her. We have some good conversations over the first cup of coffee. And the second. But she has a sick husband and I would much rather she stayed at home with him. I will of course continue to pay her during this period...but there’s nothing I can’t do for myself so I would rather she just stayed at home. We will catch up on all our news at some time in the future. I have become rather twitchy in the last couple of days hearing about how dangerous this bug is to older people. Whilst I don’t consider myself in any way fragile my age can’t be denied...so it would be daft to allow myself the opportunity to get the bug. I’ve just read that last sentence....I know what I mean! So although I’m up, dressed and have already been out in the garden I have left my door locked...we can have a conversation through the glass if she turns up. I could just ring her of course...oh dear...us octogenarians are a dodgy species for the first time. So be it. I regard my years as a mute testimony to the years of being a vegetarian, teaching anything to anyone who came close enough to listen. I don’t feel old. Well I didn’t till this morning. Now I’m not too sure. My years can not be denied...but having lived through the war and all the subsequent rationing I feel well equipped to cope with this present difficulty. what ever else happens I shall not die of boredom! Probably!
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You remind of that advert for the Post Code lottery, where the backing person says something about "Everyone is doing it" - "Probably".
You are the sage of wisdom, given your age and long levity, I know many in their nineties who are also active and vibrant, but frail. Our longest lived Parishioner succumbed to natural causes six weeks ago at age 106. She lived through two World Wars, was bombed out in the second and rebuilt her house with her husband after the war. She was my inspiration for the past 6 years since I came to the parish. A faithful, prayer book Anglican, who I had the privilege of bringing her to church in her wheel char for a couple of years, to the 8 am of course. Her knowledge of the community she had lived in all of her life and raised her family in was sharp and remained until the end. Her favourite saying, oft repeated was "I must have been very bad - for him upstairs for leaving me here so long". She outlived her husband and two of her children, so has suffered loss as well.
I have the privilege of anointing her before she died and sharing home communion with her remaining Son, nieces and nephews as well. I'm not sure whether she was really with us, but unsurprisingly, whe managed a further two weeks before greeting her maker.
I am still praying for your you. And as an after thought I recall the Scots Gentleman on Dads Army, who always forcasts "Were Doomed". I wonder?
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