Changes

I have titled this post as "Changes" based on my recent prescription. Normally, pre 60 I would order my prescription on line and it will miraculously appear in my local chemist 48 hours later. A whole month's worth of blood pressure medication. When I picked up my last medication, on my birthday, I was given 3 month's worth of blood pressure medication. Now that I do not have to pay all of a sudden they are throwing it at me like confetti. So the change is for them, when a person is paying you get the minimal but as soon as you don't have to pay they give you a longer supply. Now it is this type of shit that raises my blood pressure. 

A good thing about blogging is I can update throughout the day with snippets of information and publish later in in the day. That is what I am doing now. So I am on the train to go to the Imperial War Museum as I continue my quest to do less Doomscrolling and more positive things. I am still waiting for the arrival of my 60+ Oyster which may have been posted through my letterbox today, failing that hopefully Monday. I need it so I can moan, be grumpy and mutter under my breath about all the irritating passengers for free. 

The Imperial War Museum was a good visit and I do have an interest in the WWI, trench life, the home front, rationing, PAL's, letters and how people managed in times of dire need. 

I went to the rub-a-dub after (Spoon of course) and had 4 pints of alcohol free Guinness at £1.49 a pint (tin). It was not as bad as I was anticipating and can be a fair substitute for all those wanting to limit their own booze intake or like me want to desist the grog altogether.

Finally, I got home and there on the table was the envelope I have been dreaming of for 60 years, well maybe not 60 but quite a few. My 60+ Oyster has arrived, free travel in and around London, time to venture out more and grab some nature, history and culture. I now do not have to pay to be annoyed on the buses or trains as people ring the bell one billion times to get off at the next stop, play their music at club level decibels, have such an insane and banal ringtone but let it ring and ring while the person looks around to make sure everyone is looking at him or her. While in moan mood, the constant need to eat burgers, kebabs, chicken wings and all types of greasy, smelly food on public transport, chomping their mouths like it was the Derby at Epsom. Seat hoggers taking up two or three seats because their ASDA shopping bag is worth so much more than the old person needing a seat, and damn, ask them to move it and the scorn and hatred in their eyes will pierce you like a knife.

Nope, I get all that crap for free now, I can sit and gloat at all the others suffering, having paid to be irritated, annoyed and fed up. Life cannot get better, can it?