Shopping

Yesterday I visited Browsers Bookshop in Victoria St in Hamilton. It was one in a long line of shops, mostly selling clothing, that I visited before a specialist's appointment. Rudeness seems to abound when one attempts to purchase something. No one in the bookshop asked if they could help me and after visiting dress shops looking for a very upmarket frock for a wedding I returned to my local shop and purchased what I had already tried on there. Assumptions that disabled people, especially those with guide dogs, have no money to spend is my reaction to my experience. I have enquired of a friend in a wheelchair who says she has the same experience. In contrast a very wealthy friend has similar experiences and refuses to shop where no one asks if they can help her.

  
This is the latest book I have started reading on my Kindle. While I am unsure if the outcome, suicide, is a topic I should become engrossed in again due to two family losses from this, I am finding the poignancy of her writing very attractive. Writing about a family suicide can be difficult, devastating and reinvents grief in a way that those who have not experienced this type of loss can even begin to understand. It is a book I will read in pieces, when my own grief makes it too difficult to continue I will repair to something less emotional. Sharing this type of death with others is both brave and challenging, this is a road fraught with much misunderstanding.

Jay is bored, two days of dress shopping is more than any self respecting man should have to bear. As if to admonish me he rushed out the door when we arrived home banging my sore knee and completely oblivious to Chocolat's need to welcome him home again. Men!