So the library lift is out of action again, its been weeks and no one knows when it will be fixed. My pain is up and there is no getting me up those stairs.
Just now I am sitting on a low chair at a high desk in a thoroughfare on route to the children’s library, hence a young child has just stampeded past happily shouting her excitement and I can not concentrate.
This is an express P.C so I must think and type fast despite the discomfort. Numerous times I have called in to check the lift status and try to sit and write here, but the frustrations keep mounting. Last time I tried unsuccessfully to log on repeatedly before realising the P.C’s were booked.
I have marched out mournfully most times I have entered, vowing to get my head around writing at home and yet failing to do so. Home is a mess, chores shout out at me and I can not clear my head to think. Its turned cold now and sitting still requires heating, I am on a mission to conserve all the heat I can. Freezing does not appeal to me and so I am here rushing this moan off at you.
How simply things can change around us and detract us from our plans. Recently during a dog walk I was longing to reach a point of sit down, picturing the bench a short distance ahead was like seeing a desert oasis, yet I arrived there to find the bench had vanished! Yes the space was there, showing where it had stood and yet the bench itself was gone. I nearly cried with pain and frustration, before struggling on to the next one, wondering if this one too had been whisked away.
I do not know when I last saw or sat on that bench, it may have vanished a considerable time ago, for we only notice the things we need when we need them. The library lift is no big deal until I need to get upstairs, I only thought of the bench when I needed a sit down. So the world moves and changes and I am oblivious unless it immediately impacts on me.
Its another day and I am here again, this time at a desk and seat that match at least. Still no news on the lift, other than an engineer has been a number of times. So I must face up to working at home, I just need to get my head into the right gear.
Well that’s my moan over, a dull waffle indeed, but I wrote something so that’s progress.
Till the next time,
Chris.xx
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