My week has been dominated by hormones as I’ve waited, and waited, and waited for The Curse to arrive. And then when it did it was accompanied by a three day migraine, which was so painful I didn’t eat or sleep for two days because it felt like a rat was eating my brain from the inside out. I know I’ve said this before but I’m going to say it again…..being a girl sucks.
The older I’ve become the more I’ve relaxed and mellowed in many areas, but the more intolerant I’ve become to other people’s crap. Litter droppers, people who don’t pick their dog poo up, rude sales people and just the fact that other people think it’s OK to take out their moods on random strangers wind me up no end. The thing about age is that it brings with it confidence. I no longer ignore bad behaviour, I tackle it – not that it always gets me the result I want, but it sure makes me feel less of a doormat.
I walk Bert on a public footpath through the woods. It’s one of the few places with a track good enough to ride my scooter on and it’s great because I can let Bert off his lead. The other day we were pottering along and literally out of the blue came a man on a bike doing about 20 mph who nearly ran Bert over . The near-crash caused him to wobble badly (I soooo wish he’d fallen off!), so while he was stationary I shouted over “this is a footpath, not a cycle track!”. He replied that he thought it was a Bridleway. “If it were a bridleway, the sign by the gate would say Bridleway, not Footpath!” I shout back. “OK, cheers” he says and rides off, not on the Footpath which would have been bad enough but into the woods and past a huge sign which read PRIVATE. Dickhead.
Today I had an upsetting incident which had me in floods of tears. The letter below will explain, but just so’s you know I am not letting this go without retaliation and am placing the letter on the Public Noticeboard in the village concerned. I hope all this man’s neighbours read it and think he’s as big a knob as I do.
“To The Occupiers of the house circled red below (in the letter is a Google aerial view of the house in question),
I was born with a genetic disease, which means I spend every day of my life in pain. I sprain, strain, tear and dislocate every joint in my body on a daily basis from just simple things like yawning or making a cup of tea. Not only that my Mum is dying with advanced heart and lung disease, and my lovely dad is going slowly do-lally probably with some kind of undiagnosed dementia. This week, I spent 3 days unable to sleep due to my pain and unable to leave the house due to extreme fatigue. I’m only 47 years old.
On Saturday 18th July for the first time in days I felt well enough to get out of the house. I decided on a short drive round in my automatic car with my faithful companion, my Mini Schnauzer dog. I haven’t been to the local reservoir since I was a child, despite living in the area all my life, so though it would be nice to go there today. Maybe I could find a quiet little lay-by to pull in away from any roads so that my dog could have a sniff and wander around and I could get some fresh air and admire the view. At home I use a mobility scooter, and walk with my dog clipped to my waist, however the scooter doesn’t go in the boot and when I’m travelling I have to walk using my crutches, which makes holding a dog lead at the same time impossible.
I drove along the banks of the reservoir for several miles but realized there was no-where to park or let my dog out. So I doubled back and thought the road to your village might lead me to the other side of the dam. I hadn’t been there before but it looked pretty. I drove into the village straight up the main road, to find I’d come to a dead end. I hadn’t seen any signs signalling the road wasn’t to be used by vehicles or was access only – it’s difficult going to new places on your own and when you’re trying to look for direction signs you sometimes miss other things. I obviously made a mistake driving up the road. I’m only human.
As I have problems turning my upper body round, I tried to do a 3 point turn rather than trying to back up the road over speed bumps which, by the way, are incredibly painful to someone such as me to have to drive over. But you, dear occupier of the house above, have made turning round impossible. I didn’t see the blocks or logs or whatever it is you’ve placed on the verge opposite your house so backed onto them. At which point you came flying out of your house like I was about to kill a child.
You proceeded to rant and rave at me when you could see I was already stressed and flustered. I did apologise, several times, for driving up the road but you carried on shouting regardless. I hadn’t attempted to turn round in your driveway (it’s impossible anyway as you’ve placed a humongous brick there). I hadn’t touched your car. I did not shout back at you. I apologized. I’d obviously made a mistake and a small one at that. It happens. It wasn’t intentional. None of which was good enough for you, or the woman who I assume is your wife who was also screaming in the background.
I was having a really bad day already. In fact, I’m having a really bad life already. All I wanted to do was get 5 minutes of fresh air with my little dog and instead you hurled abuse at me like I’d committed some sort of crime. If someone driving past your house by mistake is all you have to worry about in life I’m jealous.
If it makes you feel any better I drove every one of the 17 miles home in tears and was in such a state by the time I got back my neighbour took one look at me and took me into her home for a cup of tea and a cuddle. I badly needed both.
By your reaction you obviously have problems with vehicles driving unwanted up your road. Might I suggest you, therefore, have better signs erected which make it more obvious that the road is access only as I’m clearly not the only driver who is missing the ones which are already there (if indeed there are any already there).
If I were a tourist and had this kind of encounter I would never set foot in the Lake District ever again. What is wrong with you? At most, this is a petty annoyance. No-one is hurt. No-one died. Your property isn’t damaged. If you really want something to moan about you should try living my life just for one day.”
Honestly, the way he shouted at me I’m still in a state 5 hours later and felt too sick to even eat my dinner this evening. What is wrong with people these days? With everything I have to deal with I can still go about my life with manners, compassion, calm, a smile and a sense of humour. It’s do-able.