My 'big' as in elder sister is staying with me. There she is now on the couch reading one of her beloved celebrity magazines. We are home from shopping. Before we set off this morning I noticed that she had two big stickers on the back top thigh bit of her jeans....£10 and Size 16 ....she forgot to take them off and if I hadn't noticed them she would be wearing them that way still for all the world to see under her jacket. We have been in the City shopping today and after walking for hours we are home unscathed. Unscathed you say.... why would a shopping trip to the City centre cause anxiety? well you may or may not have read my accounts of shopping with my sister before, but in case you haven't and can't be arsed to go back and look at those posts, let me just say that my sister is 62 and somewhat..... special......she doesn't exactly have learning difficulties but certainly has issues and spending time with her is like accommodating a rather large, awkward noisy toddler......every thing is bright and shiny and interesting and must be talked about in shouty ways and she doesn't do escalators or train doors or revolving doors or lift doors or cope with crowds and rings you when you are trying something on in a changing room (she is outside) to ask are you still in there? it must be at least 10 minutes now but don't hurry.....and she walks about 10 feet behind you and when you slow down for her to catch up she slows down too, so you wait till she is level with you and then you find that she stops too.........so she is either a voice from behind you or a voice ahead of you (immediately ahead of you) or holding on to your arm for dear life.
So I have learnt new ways to navigate certain shops. We take the long way here or there to avoid the escalators and we amble along like care in the community ladies letting the fast flowing river of people just go around us tut tutting away and glancing sideways at the awkward funny looking woman. Or women...
Her pleasure today was to sit in a coffee shop in a bustling mall and watch people go about their business. Which to me is almost hell on earth......I don't drink coffee (I know, I know, they do tea) and busy shopping concourses are just noisy and unpleasant to me.........but I realised that when you live alone (as she does) watching the world go by is a pleasing distraction.........whereas my days are filled with people and on my day off I like to keep away from the hordes, she was entertained I suppose.
Apart from chocolate and crisps, there is almost nothing we both like or enjoy or share.
We are sisters.....we do share parents and siblings and yet hardly anything else.
She is, to use an expression my mum uses, hard work.
But she has just made me a cup of tea and not broken anything or spilled anything or dropped anything!