Wore my Che Guevara T shirt to go into town just now (purchased in Cuba, no less).
I was a little bit worried people would think I was supporting the Russian invasion, but surely not even Putin is pretending that what he’s doing has anything to do with Socialism? Besides, yes I believe property is theft, although that didn’t stop me popping into every second shop as I walked home from the bike shop.
I’m a bit over bike shops at present. That back tyre went flat three times in the end. I took it to three different shops for its various fixes, each blaming the other for shoddy work – the piece of wire they missed, the wrong sized inner tube. In the end I have bought a little bottle of puncture fixing spray that I’m hoping will give me the confidence to head a bit further away from home once more.
Today’s bike shop trip was to figure out why my brand new eye-wateringly expensive European e bike is more gutless than my old cheap one. Fingers crossed I haven’t paid for style over substance. They are going to attach it to a diagnostic computer, to try and figure out what’s wrong with it. Clearly it’s too technically advanced for someone to just hop on and ride it round the block to see if it’s up to scratch.
I unexpectedly have the day off today because the Private hospital didn’t have the nursing staff to look after our patients, so our list was cancelled. Omicron has laid waste to staffing levels in both public and private, and I suspect this will get worse before it gets better. Fingers crossed for a short sharp shock rather than deep and lingering.
It’s not often I get to wander through town during a working day. I bought some things I needed (“needed”) – bikini bottoms to replace the pair that fell apart last week, the inevitable new bottle of expensive anti frizz shampoo (one day I will discover the secret!), bubble bath, face scrub, some posh soap for the guest bathroom, to pretend we have better taste than we actually do. Then I had to trawl the jewellery shops for a new necklace. Yes, I have many many necklaces already, but it’s a tradition I have. Every time my French teacher sends me a video clip for my homework – usually of some stylish woman speaking incomprehensible rapid French – I end up coveting whatever jewellery they are wearing.
OK, maybe it’s a sign of something I’d rather not look at too closely in my psychological makeup – but at least it gives me something to do, now that I seem to have given up jigsaw puzzles. Everyone needs a hobby!