I have suffered badly from depression in the past and don't wish to go there again, which is why I search for distractions. I loved my cat, Pepper, who died during Covid at the tender age of around 8 years. My previous cat, Pickle, died at 22 years a year or so after Pepper moved himself in (with her permission). I did foster a cat for a while, his carer being in hospital, but decided not to get another as it is a problem for me getting heavy cat food and litter home. This end of terrace 1974 ex council house, 2 up 1 down is too small for anything larger than a chihuahau and I have joint problems, and COPD. I now use a mobility scooter to get to my allotment so I can work when I get there - and get back again. I have had an allotment since I was in my teens.
I have lived here all my life. It was great when I was young. There were so many clubs and societies, live music venues and lectures, many associated with my work place at a Government Research facility, for people in the town of all ages. Then it was closed down. The town died. The Assembly Hall became a posh car sale room. The Cinema was demolished for an office block. The Town Hall, used for music, dancing and other activities was sold off for more offices. The Jubilee Hall was "accidentally" torched freeing the land for another office block, now converted to flats. Our outdoor swimming pool, the Puddle, had already gone to make way for a college extension and was replaced by an indoor pool in the now demolished Leisure Centre. It took 30 years for the promised new cinema to arrive. Many of the useful shops were demolished to try and get the "big names" in. It didn't work. More room for tacky flats. The Community centre also went, with plans for even more flats to fill the space left. Even the Duck pond went.
The Working Men's and Social clubs for the elderly disappeared along with the youth clubs. The Tumbledown, a pub with a reputation as a live music venue is now a MacD. Other pubs have closed as is happening everywhere. This is a sprawling town of about 60,000 people. It is a commuter town covering about 19 sq km. Only parts of it have a bus service that runs more than once an hour and some areas have no bus.
I used to go for a chat and a cuppa with my best friend, walking distance away, but she died Christmas 2023. My next door neighbour who was lovely died a few days later. My new neighbour is a nightmare. She has two harrassment complaints against her already. About a month ago, my little veggie patch got sprayed with weed killer through the fence. She has turned another friend against me. She sees me talking to anybody and she is accusing me of gossiping about her. She tells people I am gossiping about them.
One of my daughters wants me to sell up and move near her but that would put me over 100 miles from my other daughter and grandson. As it is, we do all meet up here occasionally, roughly in the middle. My husband is buried a 15 minute walk away, a couple of rows from my Grandparents, my Uncle and my best friend.
I used to go to a gym to help my joints but it became a Martial Arts centre. The other gyms don't do classes and I am too small to use the equipment they have. There is a new gym in the next town which I will check out.
Mostly, I want someone to talk to, in addition to the casual chats with strangers while waiting for a bus. I like intelligent conversation - and that is in short supply. That is why I am on here. The site I loved for 20 years, with it's people, meet-ups and mental stimulation closed down 2 years ago when the founder moved on to other projects.
We do have a small (24 acre) park I can reach on my scooter. It is beautiful in May when the rhododendrons are in flower. It had many wonderful trees in the Autumn but some are gone now thanks to the new Esso pipe line. The woods and fields I used to walk through have became housing estates inhabited by people with Ear Buds separating them from the world, except for the Nepalese who are friendly, but we mostly have to communicate by sign language and smiles after the Namaste.