I wanted to start with something I personally feel proud of, it's something small but so important to two lovely ladies. I'm talking about Mrs Edith Tulley and Mrs Nora Morris from my local care home. I'm sure anyone who is human with a warm beating heart felt the sorrow at the Carehome situation back in Lockdown part one. Not only were people dying but there was the ones who couldn't see their families, or those who had no one but the Care Workers. In the past, before my optics days, I worked as a domicilary Care Worker, I met some wonderful people but I decided to leave because I wanted to help more and apparently that was nurse work......which I wasn't.
Now I had once of those dangerous things, a thought, if I can't go and volunteer at the Care home, maybe I could offer a letter writing service, as it were. Now I love writing letters by hand, I always have and always will. SWALK!!! In my early college days I would send letters to the offices of famous faces I admired, a few times I got replies and autographs and that made me so happy.
So I sent an email to a few Carehomes and got a reply from my local one telling me they would ask their Residents. Much to my surprise two weeks later they emailed me back saying two ladies wanted to recieve a letter and were able to reply. They sent me a little bit of information about them, what they liked and so on and I set about writing. I can tell you it's lovely writing letters you know will be read by someone, someone who will smile as they do and reply. Now Mrs Morris and Mrs Tulley are two VERY different people! They became friends while living in the Carehome and both are very strong minded and willed women but..............Mrs Morris is a very naughty lady! She's very cheeky and VERY naughty if you know what I mean. She likes to tell me things about the war and recipes she's found in magazines, she's also a master at crochet and has given me tips to improve my own skills. I buy her the magazines and she sometimes sends me ones written by hand......BUT! She is very naughty when it comes to men! She made me giggle with her letter a few weeks ago, well actually she made me burst out laughing leaving me half tempted to tweet a photo of her comments to the intended TV Dr she......complimented. I think that's the kindest word to use. Don't misunderstand she's not vulgar in anyway, she just openly says if she thinks a man of good looking or has a nice bottom and in this case she wrote the 'If I was 40 years younger' line. You see she, like me, finds being smart, funny, kind and sweet faced attractive. I like beards though while she doesn't, her husband tried to grow one in their days of courting (Dwaa I love that term.) and told him to shave or she would take the lawn mower to it. They had a great marriage and she misses him dearly.
Mrs Tulley however is such a sweet natured lady, her letters are shorter than Mrs Morris but still just as lovely. She calls me a chatter bird and imagines I talk as much in real life as In my letters. (And she would be right, most of the time it's because I love talking to people but at times it's nerves, that and hiccups are signs of me being nervous..... And if I start the cheesy jokes run for the hills!) She used to be a Land girl during the war, we talk mostly about growing things and she's given me some killer tips for my trees. I have four you see, one avocado and tree pine trees. I don't know if the pine trees will grow to become saplings but one can try. She does talk politics even though she knows I don't fully understand, dispite having met three Prime Ministers myself, she enjoys telling me about Politics Live. (In case your wondering I met John Major as a child because I won a competition, he was very nice and we shook hands after a chat. I also met Tony Blair when he was running for parliament, funny story that, he came to my school and disrupted the lunch break. He asked me what I was up to and I, rather rudely in my own opinion replied 'The library is closed because your here so not much' I mean I could have been nicer but I was bummed out about not going to the library. And last one was Boris Johnson, that was back in his Mayor days. I was running the banking stuff over the city with a fellow Lab tech and there he was with a few of his people, standing there waiting for the underground my colleague and I did that 'Is that who I think it is' thing and he looked over, waved and said good morning. It was really quite cool actually, we had a chat for three stops about bikes and cake.........I am a bike rider you see and baker and of course we know Boris was into his bikes.)
Now I'm telling you all of this just to show you my own experience, just with one thought I made two ladies who felt cut off from the world when theirs had changed, happy. My letters won't change their lives, it won't make this situation any better, but it makes their lives a little happier, it gives them things to talk about, something to look forward to and they really appreciate it. Plus I have two new Nana's who I care deeply for.
So to sum things up
So what I was trying to say in this section is making friends is not all about social media. Hand writing letters is such a wonderful thing, it's peaceful for your mind, enjoyable not only for you but the person you are sending letters to. Sadly Mrs Morris has passed away since writing my post entitle 'Cheese is not your enemy' Mrs Tulley is not feeling very well at rhe moment which is quite worrying but I'm sending her healing light.
But give it a try, send your friend a letter, gell send your Nana a letter! Hand written letters can be so much fun, I love sending letters with little surprise gifts too, make it your own just give it a try.
Until next time my little pixies 🧚🏻♀️
Tatty bye 👋🏼
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