I think I am being looked after!
As mentioned before, I recently attended the funeral of my old neighbour but this post concerns other immediate neighbours.
The family who gave me a lift to and from the crematorium, or rather the lady of that family, offered to do my shopping to save me going out. I was able to tell her that all my shopping is delivered and I think she was very surprised to hear that I ordered groceries and other stuff on line. Apparently, she didn’t know that older people use computers!
The next morning the ladies who now occupy Doug’s old house (known as The Girls) invited me to Sunday lunch. Of course, I accepted. In the afternoon I had another invitation to tea, that invite coming from the other neighbours. Having already accepted the lunch date I had to decline the second invite. However, I can but hope they renew their offer to feed me!
Yes, I definitely think I’m being looked after.
It is very reassuring to know that people are thinking about me and are there in case of emergency. I know that if things go wrong I can call on them for help. It’s very reassuring.
It is still going on. Every morning, by arrangement, I send a text to the girls saying something like ‘I am up’ or ‘Has it stopped raining yet?’ or a simple ‘Hello’ to let them know I’m still alive. If I don’t send a text the girls know something is wrong. They have keys to my house so that they can get in and check. Fortunately, so far so good, but it puts minds at rest. I did forget once and action was taken. What a relief to know that someone reliable will come to my aid if something happens.
I never thought I would bother with text messaging but now I quite like it. I can say something to the girls without intruding on their lives and vice versa. It is the one invention I have praise for.