Most of us know that the world is full of coincidences. Our son Jon married Charlotte Butler and our daughter Alex married Craig Butler (no relation to one another initially, though they are now related of course). Charlie left Butlerdom behind and became a Cuthbert, and Alex left Cuthbert and became a Butler. So they did a name swap and we have the same name combination that we started with. Well, I think it is interesting!
So, after three weeks with the Butlers in Brentwood, we (my very large suitcase and I) set off for Bristol to visit the Cuthberts, junior branch, on the first leg of a journey that would also take me to Buckinghamshire, Hampshire and Richmond, London. It was my first long journey, and involved several stages, and lots of stairs – lots and lots of stairs. To my delight, I have found that the combination of a very large suitcase and a mature woman brings out the gallantry in both men and women. I have hardly had to struggle of my own – others have rushed to struggle with me. I met a very nice young man at Paddington Station who was overjoyed to carry my suitcase up stairs, over a bridge, and down yet more stairs to my platform. It made his day he said, as most of his offers to help people are refused. He was very moved so we had a little talk about how media reporting can add to our fear of others, especially in underground stations, and that he shouldn’t take it personally. He seemed much cheered and I felt that I had compensated him somewhat for his back injury.
This success at counselling doesn’t quite make up for the pangs of guilt I have felt in similar encounters on my travels. Those unwary people who have offered to help me with what they imagine to be a normal suitcase, have come to discover that it isn’t what it seems. It reminds me of those candid camera TV programmes or the modern equivalent, mobile phone set ups, where a scene can look quite normal, but proves anything but, inevitably leads to confusion, embarrassment, or pain. I have always felt uncomfortable watching those, and my entire sympathies are with the victims, and now I find that I am the cause! This will take much remedial thought and energy.