A visit to Morrisons
A silly little incident yesterday, but nevertheless I found it very moving.
I had popped into Morrisons to get some marrow bones for my pooches, and while I was there I decided to have a sarnie and coffee for lunch.
I got my coffee and made my way to a table.
Within a few minutes of sitting down, an old man came shuffling along pushing his 3-wheel walking aid. He tried to manoeuvre it between the tables with about an inch to spare on either side.
He looked at me and smiled and said did I mind if he joined me. I said no, of course not. He shuffled about a bit more and sat down with a thump.
After getting his breath back, up he got again and came back with an even older lady. They both sat down opposite me. He told me she couldn't hear and I guess that explained her 'vacant' look as I had so often seen on my Mum's face when she also couldn't hear what was going on around her.
She reminded me so much of Mum, and I began to feel quite sad.
The old chap then proceeded to pick up her teapot and pour her tea for her. He repeated everything he said to her at least 3 times. He seemed short of breath himself, and was clearly not a well man.
He put her sugar in the cup for her, while trying to get his 3-wheeler out of people's way.
Silly gesture I know, but I slid my bag of crisps across the table to him, I didn't really want them, and thought he might like them. He beamed and tucked in. I was so pleased.
This old couple made me think. I found it very touching the way they looked after each other even though they could barely look after themselves.
It made me feel quite emotional to watch them. I wish I didn't get so emotional about things, but I do.
When I left them, they both smiled and said bye bye.
I really wanted to hug them instead of a polite goodbye.
I went back outside to the car park, and could I find my bl***y car again ? . . . Could I 'eck.
I am always doing this and it annoys and frustrates me.
So I was wandering around like a demented chicken, clutching my marrow bones, still feeling emotional, cursing and getting in a tiz, when I spotted my little car. Joy.
Who will keep an eye on me when I get old.