Reblog: Eleanor Rigby is not at all fine.

Today I’d like to share this post written by a fellow blogger on Some Musings. I found it very thoughtfully written.

Some musings

Eleanor Rigby

Picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been

Lives in a dream

Waits at the window

Wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door

Who is it for?’

Eleanor Oliphant may be perfectly fine – but Eleanor Rigby is not. Maybe you’re not either.

It’s no fun to be lonely. It’s no fun to live by yourself and spend each evening trying to keep yourself busy in the hope that you can somehow forget how alone you really are. Sometimes though, you just can’t forget and it’s a job then to do anything at all. The weekends don’t help. Rather than being something to look forward to, they serve only to heighten the sense of isolation that you feel as the long hours drag by with you seeing nobody from the end of one working week to the beginning…

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I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

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