Strangers In The Night.

Let’s have something more upbeat than the last entry. 

Sue was on her own at the farm last night for a while, when three females approached her asking for help. No problem, apart from the fact it was dark – impossible for lipreading. 

Sue could see their outlines and knew they must have been speaking to her so, as usual, she said she was deaf etc. Like gunfighters in a western the trio reached for hidden items and… switched on their phones’ torches which they held to their faces. Outstanding deaf awareness. Sue was surprised and extremely delighted. 

The mother and two daughters had brought a pony down to the farm and needed some help as to where to put the miniature Shetland. Sue took them to the field, waited whilst the little equine settled with the other horses in the group, and walked back to the yard with the family, where they had a chat. Chat? Yup, proper chat starting with – did she sign? 

Turned out her new friends did sign. Mel (mother) is in fact an interpreter and the daughters signed as well. Not only that, they offered to practice signing (in conversation) with Sue. 

Some weeks are better than others and the new liveries, whom I met this morning, are a deaf person’s ideal. You have to wonder, what are the chances?  Probably the same as winning the lottery, which we didn’t match last night (yet again). Never mind, Sue was bubbly and delighted with her ‘win’, which she won’t exploit.