Thoughts on a conversation in a pub

When having a lengthy conversation with someone you know only slightly, it’s not really easy to know how much to believe of what they say. I had such a conversation today with a person I’ve known on a first name basis only, over four or five years.

The conversation took place in the pub where I’ve seen him and said hello to him over the years, without saying all that much in the past. This man was drinking beer, I was drinking coffee. ‘Joe’ (not his real name) invited me to sit and chat for a while, after the meeting I’d been having with a friend/colleague broke up, and she went home.

Joe told me a little about what he did for a living – registered nurse in an Intensive Care Unit. I hadn’t known this, I hadn’t ever thought about what he might do for a living, in the past. Joe went on to talk about the other nurses where he worked, politics and gun laws.

Much of what Joe said seemed to me to be sexist and racist, and he certainly seemed not to like women much, or the government, either the current one or the opposition.Β Joe professed to only liking one politician, Gough Whitlam, who’s long gone.

I’m not sure what Joe’s level of inebriation was, but I certainly don’t think he was particularly drunk. I also don’t know Joe well enough to know whether he was talking the truth as he saw it, or was just seeing how far he could go, to judge how I’d take it.

After talking for a while, in response to a question, I told Joe I was married and had been for nearly 27 years. I also indicated I love my husband and wouldn’t go against the vows I made when I married. There was a lot more to the conversation than this, and I’m not sure where further conversations might go, but I’m glad that most of the times I’m at this hotel in the future, and there will be many times, my friends will also be there…

Joe indicated he found me attractive, and I find that statement puzzling. Why on earth would a man say that to a woman who has indicated she’s not available, and who has given no indication they are interested in anything more than a friendly conversation…

Life is a curious thing – men are odd creatures! Thoughts from others on this are most welcome!


One Bad Thing About Being A Dog Lover

I’m a dog lover, and avid one. I’ve lived with dogs for most of my adult life, showing and breeding pure bred dogs for much of that time.

I love dogs, they’re my favourite kind of animal. At the moment, our household has four dogs, three of which we bred. The oldest is a schnauzer, the other three are all pharaoh hounds. If you don’t know what either of those breeds look like, this blog of mine has some photos.

I love/like all of our dogs, and most of the time, they’re good dogs. Sometimes the pharaoh hounds bark too much at birds, and sometimes they steal food, or snatch with teeth when taking food from us, but they’re mostly good.

Today, however, was another day I saw a reason they can be dangerous. They can be a trip hazard, by getting in the way. I’m the most likely member of the household to be tripped up, because I’m the one who is the most physically unbalanced.

I hadn’t tripped and fallen for quite a few months, due, I think to my new multiple sclerosis (MS) medication (Gilenya). I’m one of the lucky people who this drug works well for, and I’ve been taking it for nearly a year. In the time I’ve been taking it, I haven’t fallen over.

Today though, I had a trip and fall. Usually when I trip and fall, I’ve tripped up over my own feet, with nothing to show that tripped me up. One of my MS symptoms, a common one, is ‘foot drop’. This makes usually one foot not lift up properly, so you stumble over your own foot. It’s a troublesome symptom, but I keep it under control usually, with an orthotic device called a ‘Foot Up’

If only there was such a handy device to manage the dogs! So I tripped and fell heavily onto the floor. It was inside, and fortunately, not too far away from one of our lounge chairs. I managed to use the chair to stand up again, but as I struggled up again, I thought about how it might not have gone so well.

I could have hit my head, broken a bone or who knows what. I was the only human being in the house, and the telephone wasn’t within easy reach. I can see how sometimes people living alone get into terrible trouble. If I’d been badly damaged, I know that eventually my son and husband would be home from their lawn bowls, but that would have been three or more hours later…

It sure makes you think. It might be time for me to investigate something to assist me, if this ever happened again. Does anyone have any good ideas about this?