My wife has a great eye when it comes to getting a great deal done. Last week, she informed me that a restaurant in town was selling some dining chairs, which she had seen in a well-known local buy/sell website and that they looked perfect for our kitchen. After making contact indicating we were interested, the seller asked that we come along on Sunday to view and complete the purchase. Our excitement however was mixed with a wee bit of trepidation. Were we walking over someone's grave? Taking advantage of the failure of their failed business? Picking through the rubble of a ruined life? No, as it turns out, this was a new venture, the owner was undertaking a refurbishment, in following their plans to create a new dining experience. In fact, we in our own very small way were helping to make that happen by adding to their funds in procuring the chairs.
Sunday came and we enthusiastically viewed, paid for and collected the chairs. Solid in stature, they by the look of it were ex-church seats, with that wee shelf behind which holds the prayer/hymn books. Trouble is, the restaurant was a couple of miles across town from our home and we no longer have a car, so naturally we decided (had) to walk home carrying them. When I say across town, the route we had to take involved walking through the city centre. Seeing two middle-aged people strolling through the city carrying ex-church chairs, would no doubt be a strange sight on a normal weekend, when the centre of town would be mobbed, however not these days in the new existence that is lockdown. To be fair, the majority of the people we passed, smiled, said hello and engaged us in a positive way. Even as we were taking part in an impromptu chair/sword fencing challenge.
When we started out it was warm and sunny, and we took advantage of this by stopping a few times to rest on our new purchases. Once in George Street, where we sat outside a favourite store and then on the canal path where we bought a coffee from the lovely barge cafe, enjoying the music as we again sat on our new acquisitions drinking the by then, well-earned beverages. We rested there in comfort, caring not one jot as the hailstones smashed into the ground around us (Scotland in April).
Newly refreshed, we set off along the canal path where we met a colleague from work, whose children were taking part in supervised activities on the water. We naturally shared pleasantries, both parties asking how the weekend had been and was going. After a few minutes we moved on, the chairs, as is the case in polite society, were never mentioned and I imagine are never likely to be in the future. As we finally broke the back of the journey and were passing through a street a few down from ours, we met an Epiplaphobiac (honest it is real, look it up) who informed us that today in her walk she had been faced with chairs from all directions. We smiled and hurried along.
You know what though, I am starting to wonder if she just might have been being serious.
Sometimes you get what you wish for and realise it would have been better not to have wished. Having finally managed to get to speak to a voice at BT about my dead telephone – a friendly man called Dave – it was restored to life a couple of days ago. He agreed it was most peculiar that my broadband was working although the phone was not, and that there was, as the site kept telling me, no major outage in my area. He asked his manager for permission and I was promised an engineer would visit the following day. Ten minutes later, I got a text saying he would not be coming as they had found what was wrong, it had nothing to do with me but with their system, and they would fix it and let me know.
A couple of days passed and nobody called on the phone so I lifted it and the dialling tone was there. They had fixed it. Then it rang. Since that happy day it has rung several times. Back to the world of the nuisance call – including one from Crystal at BT, at least that is who she claimed to be, saying my system had been compromised and to press 1 to talk to an engineer. Having told all who used to call me that it was not working nobody has called so far.
As Aesop said – Be careful what you wish for – it might come true.
And never press 1 when asked to do so.
Now that the world has started to open up a bit more the decisions loom. Top of the list is whether I should have a haircut? Or leave it to grow a little longer? It is, after all, not as long as it was 60 years ago, except now it is white and when the wind blows I look slightly away with the fairies and not a young buck sporting the latest fashion. This glaikit appearance has its uses as people do help apparently helpless elderly persons – it is a bit like taking an unnecessary stick. No doubt other decisions will arise like whether to use the take your own Covid test kit I applied for and which seems something of a palaver to operate. But the great thing about life at the moment is you can put off until tomorrow what you could do today and it makes no difference as one day is much like the other.
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