Walking The Walk
I would so get my arse kicked for saying this in the streets of my town, but I really wish Club Day was a little more American - a little more hopeful and fun… Less… I don’t know.
It felt robotic this year (as opposed to odd last year and hot in 2006) The dresses were lovely, the bands played on, people walked, queens were crowned, raffle tickets were bought and yes photos were taken . But there was no excitement, no real spirit about it (other than the copious amounts being drunk in the pubs.
And we have no idea if there will be one next year as ‘interest is waning as the cost rises’. Maybe if there was something to be excited about?
Wesham holds a big event in the afternoon that seems to get the people in.
We have a crowning of the Rose Queen in church and then… that’s it.
Once the morning parade is over unless you want to view the flower displays in church you have either drinking (which causes so much trouble we have police riot vans in town prepared every year) or the “Fun” Fair which is hugely expensive and about as much fun as… something not fun.
At least it’ll be gone in a couple of days and then the ambient level of noise will drop dramatically and the ‘Rec’ (small park)’s grass can start to recover again.
Maybe it felt odd because I was the only one in my family attending events this year. The brother was at work, Dad was on the allotment and Mum was spending all day travelling to see Granny…
My dear Granny is currently in hospital (this will be week 6) following a fall. She has always been a little forgetful - usually going through half a dozen names before she gets to yours; but now she thinks Grandad is still alive and asks people to make sure he gets his dinner. He died in 1987.
It’s horrible and horrifying to know that, as Mum said on her return, ‘the spark has gone’, that ’she is not there anymore’ and that ’she has given up’. But… oh…
Whilst Mum was visiting with her brother and sister, Granny had an accident. They had a look to see if they could find a member of staff to help with clean up. No one about. So, they pressed the buzzer. 20 minutes later someone showed up (by which time Mum et al. had already cleaned her up) and the nurse that arrived wasn’t there to answer the buzz - she was taking sugar levels. She, however, found a cleaner to mop the floor.
20 minutes.
What if it hadn’t just been an accident - what if Granny had a major problem, or had fallen down or any number of things?
20 minutes.
What if Granny hadn’t had visitors at the time? It makes me feel sick to my stomach that my beautiful Grandmother is being left in this position.
So, yeah, Club Day may have been fabulous but I just wasn’t feeling it this year. There has got to be more - a return to the glory days… whenever they were!
