Here I am in a lovely hotel in Delhi with a lovely view. But hang on a minute sitting by the window I also have a lovely view of the bath, shower and toilet and if I sit on the loo I have a lovely view outside. A glass wall separates the bedroom and the bathroom. I am glad I am not sharing with anyone. At least in a hotel room you have a toilet roll not the 2 sheets handed out in most public toilets.
My father could play the piano. Not an unusual skill but he was deaf. He lost his hearing fighting in the army in India in the 30s so he was an adult when he lost it and therefore remembered tunes, even though he couldn't hear him. However he didn't have the skill to learn anything new so either you liked the old music or you didn't. He used to say that he played by ear and then would roar with laughter. He would have struggled in many ways with modern living but most of all during the pandemic, he would have lost his ability to communicate as he always lip read. There must be thousands of people like him today who still rely on reading lips to understand, in fact all of us do it to some extent, so please be patient if someone is struggling to communicate while you are wearing a mask. I went to the supermarket today and at the check out, the cashier asked me to move the trolley into a particular position. As I manoeuvred it ...
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