Here it happens by hand. A man with a hose and sponge goes around your car while you either leave it at the garage, or sit in and wait. These things are not particularly comfortable in our automated age. Here, things are labour intensive. The petrol, oil and tyres are all checked by someone who isn’t you.
It causes me to feel a number of things at the same time. I’m squeamish with the idea of being served, yet happy at a slower pace of life. I’d rather do it myself, yet enjoy the benefit of community and chat with my fellow man. There is more of a sense here of doing life together. That seems good. Here, service is a part of life which is good if we all take part, not so good, if simply exploited.
I am learning to leave my preconceptions at the door with each new experience. That’s quite relaxing.
Yes I understand your problem with wanting to do things for yourself. However 'When in Rome, do as the Romans do' as the saying goes. I felt like that when I was in hospital - especially in Elland when one of the nurses insisted on taking off my special socks and washing my feet. However it was a soothing experience and sometimes we do have to go with the flow.It does make you feel very humble though.Love Mum/Pamxx
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