Another one of those tricky days - still getting used to it. We set off downtown for the International Market I had read a poster about and met a friend on the way. I hippety-hopped about waiting for a break in the conversation, took a breath - missed my spot - hippety hopped some more then found he was whizzing off and I had said nothing. Not a sausage.
Sigh...
As for the International market - that is on in MARCH - well, I'm sure it will be good.
Nevertheless, the sun was shining and it's good to get a few inches of skin out making granules of vitamin D - and look, here comes the editor of the Town Magazine. I could.... oh no I can't, he's gone past.
Speed is clearly not my thing today. Grrrrrrrr!
So now I was like a killer whale on the scent for blood, weaving from side to side on the lookout. And there, in the distance, innocently walking his dog was the lovely man-who-does-my-boiler. I pounced. He blanched. I gabbled. Then it all calmed down a bit and he listened. It's funny, but if I am with my husband, men tend to say "lucky you" to him. Am I that awful? I suspect it's something about the urban myth that men left on their own can behave like teenage lads. Yeah, right.
The other lovely person, and yes they are all lovely, was the mother of my son's friend. She was so interested that she put down her shopping basket in the Co-op - or perhaps it was just heavy and I was going on a bit - but she was very encouraging and now that's another couple to sign up for the Quiz. Hooray!
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