It's taken me a while to get back online (Virginmedia!) and this morning I was off down my allotment watering and cutting dead branches from the apple and plum trees the council forced me to mutilate last year. I told the lady it was not the right time of year to hack branches off a plum tree! Came back with a waste bag of dead wood for the garden waste pick-up tomorrow, attached to the back of my mobility scooter.
I had never heard of the site "Nextdoor", so I have popped on to see if this town is covered. It says it is, in two parts, North and South (my part and the original village, which are like two small separate towns). According to Nextdoor, reasons for liking this town include its lake (3/4 hr away by mobility scooter and not actually in this town) and that it is Peaceful (a.k.a. boring), Rural (it used to be but now Suburbia), walkability (but terrible for mobility scooters with bad pavements, bad parking and rubbish bins all over) and wildlife. We do get foxes and rats and Pepper used to bring in the occasional field mouse from the adjacent school field. I must say, in the posh part there are some lovely old houses but more and more are being demolished and the land used for lower grade high density housing.
I used to help with reading and sewing in a local school but "Policy" changed. I was a volunteer visitor for elderly people (like me now!) and made a good friend with an elderly lady. We had both worked at the same place so had plenty to chat about. I did her garden, picked up her shopping and was the only person except for the lady from social Services at her funeral when she died. I was active in local politics but my Party affiliation stopped when Brexit became a possibility. Irreconcilable differences. I used to be a regular church and church event attender but moved to a different part of town when my circumstances changed. The little local church (the one I attended as a child) is not for me. I am not into hugging strangers. I'm not really into hugging anybody because my Mum didn't hug, she hit and I had to "learn" to hug my own kids. Now I have a scooter I have been thinking of trying my old Church again, if I can get up early enough (not good in the mornings) but that would only be a Summer thing and it is Winter I am most concerned about.
I used to visit my brother in France but haven't done so in many years and no longer have a passport. After a last trip to Paris (with a daughter), my brother in Normandy and having a week in Crete (on my own) way back in 2006 I stopped travelling. It was getting too difficult, especially on my own, with my joint problems. I went riding one last time and had to "fall" off the horse because a hip seized and I couldn't dismount. I really struggled with my luggage because of the effects of frozen shoulders and the coach to the Ferry terminal stopped picking up from this town and I would have to go to London to catch it. I have also found that going places on my own isn't much fun. Nobody to share with. My kids have their own families now and can't go gallivanting off with me.
I used to visit my boyfriend (if such a description is appropriate at our age!), who lives a train ride away, on a regular basis but as we got older over the 20 plus years his health deteriorated faster than mine. Going out to lunch, a walk and so on slipped from twice a week to once a month. We didn't see each other at all over Covid of course. Now he can't get here unless my daughter goes and brings him when she comes to visit and I can't make the walk from the bus stop to his place any more.
When I was young I knew so many people in this end of town. If I didn't know somebody, I probably knew someone who did. In the 1970s when I worked in London my boss lived 3 miles away from me and his boss lived 2 streets away. Like I said, this is a commuter town. When I married and transferred to work locally my new boss lived next door to my Mum and his boss lived next door to my Aunty in the next road. I would catch a bus and an elderly lady might ask "Are you one of Sybil's or Hazell's?" But there only about 16,000 people here then, not 60,000. When I moved to this house in 1994 I already knew my neighbour and found several of my childhood neighbours in this and the adjoining road. All gone now.