Categories: ramblings, broken-again
Date: 02 July 2007 12:31:31
I'm hobbling round on a walking stick at the moment, and will be for the next six weeks. Six whole weeks! It's rather put a crimp in my plans to walk the Thames Path this summer, much to my annoyance.
Anyway - hobbling round on a stick has lead to some interesting observations. Everyone says that the youth of today are all degenerate monsters, but I've found that the youth of today have been more helpful and considerate than the oldth of today.
Smudgelet did sterling work pushing me round Marwell Zoo in a wheelchair on Saturday, a young lad offered to carry my case for me at the tube station on my way home on Sunday and then, when I declined his offer, ran ahead to hold the lift for me. The kids out on the estate playing football stopped till I had hobbled past and one of them opened the ground floor door for me, “they're really heavy, miss, you'll never manage,” and offered to carry my case up the stairs to my front door.
Yet when I was out on Sunday, we went to the local garden centre and an elderly lady nearly knocked me over as she barged past with her trolley, another one was muttering quite audibly “get a move on, can't you?” as I struggled to juggle bag, stick, and purse at the checkout. And yet local papers are usually full of letters bewailing the inconsiderate nature of young people. I think I'm going to write one bewailing the awful behaviour of the elderly. If they feel free to tar all young people with the brush of “no manners, no consideration, we were never allowed to behave like that in my day,” then I'm jolly well going to do the same to them.
Oh, and to the carriage full of people on the Central Line on Friday, who completely ignored me as I stood there asking for a seat, and left me trying to balance on one leg for 20 minutes? You're all evil.