As I said my Aunty and I talked about everything and anything but one thing she let slip during the afternoon was the fact that her legs were not as good as they used to be, for an 84 year old I didn't take that admission too seriously, but then she went on to say that she had to use taxi's sometimes when her shopping was too heavy. Apparently she asked the driver of one of the taxi 's, if it was possible for him to turn the car around to enable her to get out of the car more easily, stepping on to the pavement other than the road and he said 'no he couldn't'. It was bad enough that Aunty Hattie had to make the request as she has been very independent all her life, I know it would have hurt her pride, but his negative curt comment cut her to the quick. If he had been in the restaurant with us at that moment I would have cheerfully punched his lights out.
There are only two taxi firms that operate where she lives, it did occur to me to ring them up and mention that if an 84 year old makes a simple request to get out on the pavement side, I think she deserves a little respect and help. Would that make it even more awkward for her? Should I interfere?
On a lighter note, daughter number two, who came to the cinema last night with what looked like wet hair, has asked me to do a desperate favour for her today. Apparently, when I was down Aunty Hattie's she decided to dye her hair blonde and too her horror
it went orange, panicking she got out her acrylic paints and painted her hair brown with them!! Her friend Phill told her that her hair would probably fall out and she would go bald and being the worrier that she is she believes him. I am concerned that putting another colour on it might turn it green. I would prefer that she goes to the hairdressers. She has begged me to go down town for another packet of dye as she says she cannot be seen in the state she is in, funny though I think she looks great, original!