Jaqui's Daily Blog

A Walk in the Park

I only ventured in for a takeaway coffee - but the lemon drizzle cake is beckoning me. “You know you want to!” it teases me. Honestly, it’s bad enough being One Who Is Always Thinking of Her Stomach; I really don’t need added temptations in the shape of cake, drizzled with lemon or otherwise.

 

Not only is my Stomach reminding me of my obligations towards it, but I am also mindful of the fact that small cafés and restaurants resorting to a takeaway business to keep afloat, need my support in these trying times. Which is why this particular eaterie has set out trays of delicious-looking cakes and biscuits to attract the unwary. Dear Reader, I succumb.

 

I take my coffee and cake and walk through the park in search of the ideal bench on which to perch while enjoying my treat. I have cast from my mind the fact that it is not so very long since I partook of a perfectly adequate lunch. That way, recriminations, guilt and remorse lie...

 

I have paid my daily visit to the hospital, leaving yet another letter at reception to be passed (hopefully) to the ward where Mr B is the World’s Most Reluctant Patient. I have absolutely no idea whether he has received any of my letters; when I do manage to reach him via his mobile phone (the simplest on the market, you may remember) he denies all knowledge of ever having seen them. I am reminded of my dear Grandad - when he died, way back in 1969, we found every single chocolate cigar and pack of sweet cigarettes we had lovingly given him for Christmas over so many years, packed neatly away, all unopened , in one of the drawers in his bedroom chest. I imagine Mr B, when he is finally returned to my tender, loving care, arriving home with dozens of unopened letters. Perhaps, I tell myself, I am making this daily trip for myself as much as for him?

 

It’s very lonely at home without Mr B. In vain does everyone tell me to make the most of the opportunity to enjoy unbroken nights’ sleep, to do my own thing, to get out and about without worrying how long I have been away. He is, it is true, inclined at times to be the model of a Grumpy Old Man - but he’s my Grumpy Old Man and I miss him. I even miss the endless cookery programmes on TV which he likes to watch over and over again - forever coming up with an ingredient I simply must go out and buy for him immediately. Anchovy fillets, anyone?

 

Out in the park, I don’t feel so lonely. Nor am I alone - there are two extremely large sea gulls, eyeing up my lemon drizzle cake. They raise their beaks high in the air and squawk in noisy disharmony - I am expecting reinforcements to arrive any minute to wrest the remains of my cake from my trembling fingers. I move on. Quickly. In any case, I need to count squirrels, strain my eyes to spot the robin singing so sweetly in the tree right above my head, wave to the littl’uns out on their scooters, cycles and balance bikes, say hello and “Happy New Year” to their parents. I ask the same question every year at this time: when is it too far into the month of January to wish people a Happy New Year?

 

Some Person Unknown has fashioned lots of beautiful birds out of what looks like grey bin liners and fastened them onto trees and benches. There is no indication who the artist might be and I like that. I love that somebody left their mark on this park as an act of random kindness to brighten the day of the passers-by. I leave the park with a smile on my face.

 

It’s true, as the Middle of the Darling Daughters told me yesterday, that there is a world of difference between being alone and being lonely. 

 

Which is why a walk in the park (with or without lemon drizzle cake) has much to recommend it...

 

 

 

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28.12 | 07:41

This wonderful blog has summed up the true meaning of A Christmas Day. Once the dread of a restricted day had sunk in, other ways were invented. Thank you

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22.12 | 09:20

So sorry to hear that Brian is in hospital. It would be bad at any time but at present....... It must be true agony for you. You'll both be in my thoughts. xx

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22.08 | 02:02

Karen,

I'll be able to help you with information on the usher's as Thomas Henry Usher is my aunt's ancestor as well can you please email me so we can talk

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22.08 | 02:00

Hi Karen,

I thought I would try again to see if I can get a response from you again please email me so we can talk further. My email is: lol-emma@live.com.au

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