"Oh! The vaccination centre? For your vaccination? It's just there, go left at the sign".
"Is it on this side?" She asked me.
I looked properly at the lady and it was pretty obvious that she couldn't see a thing. She had no glasses.
"Come on, luv. I'll take you there".
"Hasn't the weather been awful?" She said to me as we walked the fifty yards to the centre.
"Yes, it's cold, isn't it?" I replied.
I was dressed in a warm bubble jacket and had a Nepalese woollen bobble hat on. This lady must have been 80.
Her skin was so white she was virtually transparent. Her blue and red facial capillaries were marking time. She had no hat and was was wearing slippers and a thin Mac. She had a tiny shopping trolley. Empty.
"This lady needs a vaccination" I said to the steward at the centre.
"Come this way, luv" he replied.
The old lady thanked me, more than once, and on my way I went.
I walked 8km this afternoon and most of the walk away taken up thinking of this dear old frail lady. This chilled to the bones lady.
I'm willing to wager she lived alone, barely ate and had very little human contact.
"The doctor's tell you they are busy" she had muttered, out of the blue.
Now I'm walking and I can think of nothing else. Do I go back? What was I going to do if I good go back? It was half an hour ago. She probably won't be there now.
I thought about all the people we never see any more, since Covid.
You never see an elderly person in a supermarket any more. What's happened to them? What is happening to them? I honestly felt like crying.
They say you can gauge the soul of a country by how it treats it's aged. I don't think that's true.
I think you can gauge the soul of a Government by how it treats it's aged. And our Government has no soul.
They created the transparent lady. The cold lady. The hungry, lonely lady.