People watching
Wow, it’s a beautiful day today, not just autumnally warm, but t-shirt weather. I walked the dog in short sleeves today and even the breeze was warm. Well, that’s not strictly true, I chased the dog and brought her back after she escaped when I was bringing in the shopping, but I’m in a good mood so why split hairs. I had another burst of cleanliness (the more eagle-eyed amongst you will notice that the last one was a rather disgustingly long time ago) and stripped all the beds too.
Talking of good moods, I love this quote from an ‘all about me’ bit on a website that my lovely friend J and I both subscribe to. Get this: “I tend a little too much on the ‘shiny happy’ side of the humour spectrum, but am working hard at doubt and cynicism“. Don’t you dare, J, we love you as you are!!
I’m also in a good mood because I’ve had a nice, calm shop. Sometimes I’m just not in the mood for food shopping. I chase round, picking up things we don’t need and forgetting things we do, and come home feeling thoroughly exhausted and miserable. But today, I mooched around browsing labels and investigating ingredients and had a rather nice time making meals in my head and doing a bit of people watching. There were two people in particular that I mentally stored for you so I could tell you all about them later:
The first was a lovely old Grandad. He was sitting in the caf̩ with his rather beautiful little granddaughter and they were having a high old time. The little girl was tiny, dressed head to toe in pink and with one small blonde ponytail, high on her head. He was a very large, very loud Irish Grandad and several heads were turned in his direction. He reminded me, somewhat heart-wrenchingly, of my Grandad Sam. He had the same big old builders hands, and the same shock of white hair; huge in stature, but gentle and kind at the same time. He was obviously very proud of being left in charge of the little girl in her buggy and totally and utterly engrossed in making the little girl laugh Рtickling her with those big, rough hands Рand laugh she did, in those gorgeous high-pitched peals of laughter that only toddlers can produce. I watched him for quite a while, and caught his eye once. He gave me a smile that made my day, because he was just so proud of that little girl, in a way only Grandads can be.
The second was a huge black lady. She was very large (the politically correct #1 would call her ‘wide’), with big dangly earrings, and was strutting her stuff down the aisles in full make-up, very tight jeans and a black t-shirt with sparkly silver lettering. Again, we smiled at each other, but what really made me smile was reading her t-shirt, which said ‘Don’t hate me because I’m beautiful’. You go girl!
