the clutter in communal blocks ... our three storey high flats makes for some challenging moves ... those that toss out the window to those carting up the flights of stairs in each change of resident over the times here ...
There is always a sigh of relief on our ground floor access by visitors delivering goods and those white goods to go further up the stair wells ... how on earth do sky highs negoiate putting children and the elderly in unreachable ease of access ... it is obscene ...
... we have no lift or emergency stairs or ladders outside as standard ... a case of pushing mattresses out the window and easing out ... my now old ways of safety in moving and handling and the old ways I got taught so lost in time encapsulated with social isolation of mental health of a dead spouse . I am finally updating skills only just recapping after too long a lost time ...
My visions of tower blocks were of Southampton for years before moving this way near the capital city and travelling further up ... the many discussions on the challenges of housing. We took a interest in the community on arriving to this current abode. The new builds tours. The estate walkabouts that happened once upon a time. The tenements of slums through the eras ,.. the more regulated in social housing than the private sector ... The university cities of another time bringing in many interesting tales of tenancies ... The halls of daughter's uni chosen were the best she saw. And certainly an improvement in that era to previous times ..
... the informal bed and breakfast to the glamouros hotels and all in between ... the holiday lets ... cottages, caravans and tents ... The challenges of the way our Dad was in our safety, the enclosed malls, cinemas and arenas ... public transport ... the best place to sit in public transport ... the cars that now compact on contact in an accident. The flying dummies images we now see. The seat belts and booster seats changes all in the times in road travel ...
It is surprising how a life came to be ... I have the wandering a tad of the patermal line. This trying times in my Autumnal years with being a lot earlier in this section of life ... the decision on letting go more of the baggage of a life journey to rethink a lot ... especially now I am one again ...
The freedom of movement in so much ... I don't think I can be tied down to a schedule again
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