I can come across as blunt. I hope I’m not rude (well, unless the person I’m speaking to has been rude to me, then the gloves are off), but I can be blunt. It’s a cultural thing and not meant to be offensive. I live surrounded by farmers who don’t even know the words tact and diplomacy exist. They call a spade a spade and if you don’t like it you shouldn’t speak to them. Northerners are lovely people but they are, on the whole, straight shooters. We also swear. A lot. It’s just part of our every day language and I know the hoards of southerners who retire here, buying up all our houses cos they’re cheap compared to London prices and leaving us locals with no-where to live, find us brash. “Bugger off back down south then” is what I say to that, which my friends would find hilarious because they get me, and southerners would find offensive because they don’t. I tell this tale because I had lunch with my best mate on Friday. I was excited to show her the photo I’d taken of my posh frock from China (more on that later) and produce it with a triumphant flourish.
“Yeah” her nose curls up in distaste, “I don’t like it” she tells me.
I’m gutted, cos I love it. “Why, what’s wrong with it?!”
“The arches look like lumps of rock, there’s no perspective, you look like a modern woman dressed up and plonked in a 14th-century Priory, the lighting is wrong and you’re not believable, you look cut out and stuck in.” She then catches herself and says “sorry! The butterflies are nice.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. She’s speaking to me, her bestie, so can totally be herself but I get the worry that she thinks I’m offended because she has been honest and not pulled any punches. We constantly have to worry about how we come across to people because we forget that not everyone is British, northern, sarcastic and blunt like us. I tell her to fuck off and we get on with our lunch.
As I mentioned in my last post, I’ve spent the entire week with a migraine. It finally disappeared on Saturday, only to return in the early hours of Sunday morning, waking me from sleep. Parts of my neck, spine and shoulder are really, really sore so I’m wondering if I’ve torn/sprained/strained something and it’s that causing such a prolonged migraine, or whether it’s the muscle spasms from the prolonged migraine that’s causing the spine and shoulder pain. Whatever, I am so over it I can’t even tell you.
Despite my banging noggin and queasy stomach, my Mum had an appointment at the Sunderland Eye Infirmary on Thursday, a 3 hour round trip away. Driving with a migraine is not for the faint-hearted and by the time we got to Scotch Corner I could barely see and was on the verge of vomiting. To add insult to injury, Sunderland had had torrential rain, we had to drive through flash floods not knowing where we were going, and we’d forgotten Mum’s wheelchair. All in all it was not a fun day but I managed it without crashing the car, a bonus considering where my head was at.
As I mentioned above, my posh frock arrived from China this week and it is stunning, if slightly challenging to wear. I bought a 6 hoop underskirt to go underneath, not thinking of the logistics of getting through the narrow doorways of my cottage which meant I spent 10 minutes trying to leave the bedroom, but eventually I managed to get this picture which I’m calling The Butterfly Effect. I love dressing up. I spend my entire life in jeans and pyjamas, so to put on a long dress and flounce around like a princess is fabulous 😉
Well, I can hear Bertie pottering around downstairs so I’d better get dressed and take him out even though I feel like crap and it’s the last thing on earth I want to do. Pray for me that this sodding head pain goes soon.