The garden pictures can wait. I forgot to mention
that I had another one of those encounters in the city centre today.
There was a middle aged woman walking down the
road. She was one of those who looks… how can I put it? Experienced? Been
there, done that, got the scars to prove it? You know the sort I mean.
So anyway, she was giving me a long, serious,
apparently meaningful stare as she walked in my direction. Needless to say, I
offered nothing more than a couple of cursory glances back and she passed by
without incident.
Middle aged women do that to me a lot, you know,
and I haven’t a clue why. Maybe they think they recognise me. Maybe they’re
mediums who can see something other people can’t. Maybe they think I look in
need of a friend, and maybe they think I can afford one.
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