As early as the free bus pass would allow I limped down to the bus aiming for Colchester. However as the Chelmsford bus was leaving seven minutes earlier I got on that and chatted to the driver about Edinburgh and the crowds attending the 'Fringe.' I was unsure about going there as there are more charity shops elsewhere and I was shopping. The jacket and the book voucher were in my mind.
Chelmsford is not a city in which smiling is proclaimed. The few shop assistants to be noted were either ignoring the customer, careful of the inch of paint on the sour face or like the sole male on the phone. I trawled my way through all the charity and big shops finding high prices on suitable things and low prices on things that did not fit or were unsuitable for anyone not living in London. Eventaully I obtained, in M&S of all places and at huge price, something that will more or less fit and just have to do for the next thirty years. An imitation Harris Tweed jacket, sixty pounds less than the real stuff. Sometimes even I have to put on a degree of smartness.
How disappointed was I in Waterstones. I searched the entire floor of the shop and came away with nothing! What's the matter with these bookshops that they don't stock something I wish to read? That's never happened before.
In less than an hour and a half I was back on the bus, drifting past old expensive and occasionally somewhat shabby houses looking for a healthy lunch. The cloud cover had not diminished the warmth and the day enabled me to rejoice in sitting starkers at the laptop something not usually done in this country. I really should remember about the windows next time.
One other thing, Local news on TV, why do they always have a medical story on there? Tonight someone was having some sort of cancer operation, why is he on TV? Every night they are in a doctors, a hospital or telling us of a man who fell over and broke something, why? I spent ten years in hospitals and occasionally made use of them for myself also yet never did I phone up the local news and talk about it. Never in the working days in the NHS did anyone rush to the press because they were ill, why do it now?
This TV region covers three counties, if the cannot find a decent story with all the history, industry, people past and present what are they doing employed? Either cut out the health stories or reduce the programme to fifteen minutes which is all they really require. How much time can be taken up with fire, rape, murder, doctor each night?
Go out to the farms and watch them gather the harvest, find a happy farmer, that will be difficult, and tell his story. Talk to the bus drivers about what they endure each day, have a contest to find a smile in Chelmsford, do anything but stop going to the doctors to fill space.
I read about this the other day, a 53 year old unfit granddad goes to Iraq to fight IS. Some see him as daft others see him as a hero. I just wondered about why he gets so excited about IS? Sure his brother died in Iraq in 2006, sure IS are not nice but neither are the Taliban and many died there in Afghanistan. His contribution may please him and those around him but will do little to stop IS and their doings. Could it be the propaganda has got to him? Could it be he believes the bull in the press? Or is he just wishing to be a soldier? I'm sure there are a thousand things in his local area that require change, just ask the police, and I'm sure he could do more working amongst the locals if he really wishes to change things. The lure of shooting people can be er, deadly sometimes.