tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post6665384164324903553..comments2024-03-18T10:29:46.055+00:00Comments on Ken Armstrong Writing Stuff: Social DistanceKen Armstronghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07775956557261111127noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-43532197169131720942022-01-25T12:06:35.052+00:002022-01-25T12:06:35.052+00:00I really liked your post very much thanks foir sha...I really liked your post very much thanks foir sharing it... <a href="https://mobilemall.pk/blog/telenor-call-packages-daily-weekly-and-monthly-offer/" rel="nofollow">Telenor Call Packages</a>Safihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05923004655464047104noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-9448889207467824202020-06-21T16:06:52.193+01:002020-06-21T16:06:52.193+01:00Neither my wife nor I have gone farther than the e...Neither my wife nor I have gone farther than the end of our street since mid-January and I’m pretty sure Carrie’s not been farther than our front door and only then on an odd occasion I’ve been sleeping. (As you know I sleep the mostest peculiarist—thank you, Birdie—hours.) Delivery drivers aside, some who’re more conscientious than others, my only contact in the last few months has been with neighbours. The girl in 4F knocked on our door in March to let us know we could call on her in a pinch (the girl in 4E dropped a note through our letterbox the day before) and the bloke in 4A knocked on our door a couple of weeks back to complain about our TV which had, apparently, been driving him mad. I asked him how long and he said, “Years!!!” (I imagine he would’ve used three exclamation marks, perhaps even four.) He’d just not wanted to make a fuss. I was mortified as you can well imagine and we’ve hardly had the telly on above a whisper since although fiddling with the settings has helped. But I digress. The one I wanted to mention was the girl in 4H, “the bird-killer” as she is generally referred to by my wife. How she received that unflattering sobriquet is down to the fact she did indeed get in her car last year about this time and—unintentionally I’m sure (although my wife had her doubts)—mowed down a young seagull who hadn’t quite got the hang of that flying malarkey. And my ornithophilous wife witnessed the whole thing. Anyway I digress. I was out at the bins sorting through the recycling since it seems none of our neighbours know what should and should not go in a blue bin—black bags, nappies, crisp packets, bubble wrap, polystyrene packaging, eggs (and not merely the shells), rubber matting, carpets, car parts, once a sweetie jar full of uncooked rice, stainless steel bathroom fittings, plastic basins, buckets, mops, a perfectly decent golf ball and more dirty pizza boxes than you can imagine—and did the lady from 4H not appear in the doorway about, oh, nine and a half feet from me and she just inhaled sharply and shrunk back into the building. It wasn’t until I moved a few feet back—far enough so I couldn’t pounce on her—she ventured out, hastily deposited her black bag and then scuttled back into the close. God, I felt unclean. I’m sure it wasn’t meant personally—she could just as easily have been protecting me (I am, after all, the vulnerable one)—but, typical me, I took it personally. <br /><br />The lockdown is easing here but my reading of the situation is that because people are sick to the back teeth with the coronavirus they imagine it’s gone away. “Bored now! Had enough!” (Christ, I’ve written books with fewer exclamation marks than this comment!) Well it hasn’t! And there’s still no cure! Luckily I don’t have to leave the flat any more than I am doing now and mostly it’s at the crack of dawn when there’s virtually no chance of running into anyone although a couple of weeks back I did encounter a guy walking his dog at 4:30 one morning but he was about fifty feet off and I was more concerned about his growly dog than any virus. (Any dog whose growl you can hear fifty feet away needs to be given the widest berth.)Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-45318485822693564052020-06-17T19:00:38.315+01:002020-06-17T19:00:38.315+01:00Hi Ken, long time listener first time caller. Next...Hi Ken, long time listener first time caller. Next time say maybe I have the covid and cough. PeteAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00261557208038353205noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6496460488742488789.post-6966295710472695802020-06-14T10:55:08.880+01:002020-06-14T10:55:08.880+01:00I think you were right to speak up but then the gu...I think you were right to speak up but then the guilt kicked in and that is in our dna well good folks anyway <br />You are good and kind and never feel guilty for saying what is right <br />There's nowt so queer as folk !Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com