You've got to laugh

Out on my permitted walk yesterday, I saw a woman dusting her garage door. I fear for her sanity. 

The trouble is, if she's already bored enough to being doing that, how will she cope in, say, a month's time? 

I look forward to passing her again in due course and catching her cutting the lawn with nail scissors.

The bear facts

Yogi Bear

There was much hilarity at yoga yesterday. The room in which we hold our class is upstairs in the Methodist Church. Meanwhile, downstairs the Ladies' Fellowship meets for prayers and music, conversation and discussion, and sometimes a guest speaker. We have grown used to the gentle accompaniment of music floating up to us and they don't seem to mind us doing our thing in the Upper Room.

Of course, it's not always blissful. Sometimes the visiting speaker is a man with a deep, booming voice, and on one memorable occasion we were treated to the strident tones of the Duchess of Devonshire describing the wonders of Chatsworth at full volume - via a film, of course, not in the flesh.

Usually the ladies have a pianist, but yesterday's music was recorded - and loud. It began with a stirring rendition of 'Keep Me Travelling Along,' which was fine and made us smile. There was a pause, and some low murmuring before 'Teddy Bears' Picnic' filled the air, closely followed by 'Me and My Teddy Bear'. I'd been encouraging my ladies to focus on 'undisturbed calmness', but this was just too much. We just had to laugh. I can only guess at the theme of the afternoon!

Supermarket sweep

I had a bit of a Chuckle Brothers moment in Morrisons yesterday. I had parked on the lower, covered level of the car park to get some relief from the driving rain and ferocious winds. But when I came out of the store the lift had stopped working, so I turned my loaded trolley into the headwind and struggled towards the travellator. The only way I could move at all was with a peculiar crab-like motion, pushing the front of the trolley, then the back, until I reached the top of the downwards track.

Blow, blow, thou winter wind

With relief, I slid my trolley on to the grooves and set off. I was about halfway down when, without warning and for no discernible reason, the travellator stopped. This caused much hilarity amongst the people gliding serenely past me going the other way. Sod's Law meant that no one else was going down, so there I was, stranded and alone, unable to move in any direction. I whimpered, 'Help!'

A couple of people offered suggestions in passing: 'You need to call someone.' How, exactly? 'Have you tried pressing the emergency stop button?' How would that help, even if I were prepared to abandoned a week's worth of food to go back the way I'd come? I looked around in vain for a trolley man or anyone else in Morrisons livery, but all the staff seemed to have disappeared.

Eventually, a burly man going up showed some sympathy and trotted back down to me. Grasping the front of my trolley with both hands, he towed me down to the ground as I thanked him profusely for his gallantry.

And then, in true superhero style, he was gone.