I’ve accidentally been thinking about death this morning. It’s a lovely day, blue skies, green trees, a great view and a Bank Holiday.
After rising slightly before seven I decided I may as well stay up and started catching up with some writing. I even avoided the depressing fight with my trousers this morning. As I sit and type I’m not wearing any. If I ever learn how to use Skype I may have to reconsider my dress code but for now it makes for a more relaxing morning.
We’re off for Afternoon Tea later today so I’ll have to wear a new pair of trousers so, quite honestly, I didn’t see the point of doing it twice in one day. Why, I hear the gentlemen readers ask, do you need a new pair of trousers? Because Julia says so. We are going to a hotel and she is demanding that my normal everyday costume of creased clothes with food stains is replaced by a clean and pressed ensemble.
I asked if she was going to be the one doing the ironing but she snorted and said: “You know where the iron is.”
I do. I also know where she stores the lettuce, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to be making a salad any day soon.
Fortunately there are a pair of trousers and a reasonable shirt (ie with all buttons and a check pattern) in the bottom of the clean laundry bag. They should be flat enough.
I suppose somebody will ask if I don’t explain it – people with fuller figures have to avoid shirts with lines as they tend to exaggerate the rotundity.
Anyway, I digress.
Death.
I was having a break from writing and thought I’d check up on a few symptoms I’ve noticed recently. With everything that I currently have it’s difficult finding room for new symptoms but I seem to have managed. I thought I’d better check just to see if they are important and see if I could spare the time to have them looked at.
I’m still waiting for news on the last chest X-Ray and the nonsense with Rheumatology (who have gone very quiet). In a couple of weeks I also have a routine blood test, so I think the NHS has plenty of my time as it is.
So, I logged on to the appropriate condition and looked at symptoms. I have most of them. Most of us do. Like all these sites they throw everything at it, alter the order and load it onto a website.
Not only that, but after whittering on about care plans and drugs they start talking of palliative care, a section which has plainly been written by a trainee with a text book. But I will not be tenpted into a rant.
So that is why I am accidentally thinking about death
Great War Memorial Plaque
(I just had a look at my old posts on arranging my own funeral and notice I never did get on with discussing the sandwiches for the funeral tea. I may get back to that in the next few days.)
Enjoyed that; thank you – much common ground, I suspect!
🙂 Yes, I have always suspected I am not alone…
From awake to contemplating a wake, innit?
A neat link Derrick! 🙂
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What I don’t like about trousers is the way that the waist shrinks. Still, I don’t think that I could sit at my computer without wearing them. It wouldn’t seem proper somehow. If I had a pound for every time that I have said to Mrs Tootlepedal that we must get our affairs sorted and our wills re written, I would have a lot of money to leave to grateful beneficiaries.
My father had a friend who was over 70 before he went out of the house without a tie. He didn’t do it again and used exactly those words – “it didn’t seem proper”. I come from a more relaxed time when civilisation had already started to crumble and personal standards were very lax.
I still feel very uncomfortable about eating in the street.
It just goes to show that the early years are important. I joined the Mayor of Blackburn’s Anti-Litter League in the early 60s and I am not physically capable of letting litter fall from my hand. This is exactly how it should be, but some people have no difficulty with it.
Why not give up trousers altogether? My son-in-law got married in a full-length skirt, though you don’t have to go that far. A kilt might do or a 1970’s kaftan? Driving would be awkward in the kaftan. Would Julia approve? 🙂
Glad to see you had a good tea. I like the memorial plaque; did it always have a hole in it and if not, does it make any difference to the value?
A sari would work instead of trousers as well. Men in Thailand are happy to ride their bicycles in them.
Sorry, I meant sarong!
That’s OK because I was thinking sarong. They are quite smart and practical. 😉
No, it looks like a member of the family did it at some point and hung it up. It may affect the value, but the story behind this one outweighs the damage.
I will write it up in a few days.
I could manage a kilt but I’m not sure I’m ready to wear a tent yet.:-)
I’d resist it as long as possible, if I were you.
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Glad that Julia let you out of the house in whatever outfit you saw fit to don. I remember the “funeral” posts. I am certainly looking forward to the menu.
I found a decent flat shirt and a pair of trousers that weren’t too faded. If I had a linen jacket like Derrick I’d have looked quite natty.
The older we get…Hope you had a good tea with Julia.
It was excellent thank you.