Cycling home last night. Went a different way, two streets from where I live. A guy out on the pavement with big (12 -15") telescope. He let me look at Saturn through it. Best view I've ever had, but still not that good because of street lights.
Went to off-licence opp St Marks Church. As I came out guy approached me while I was unlocking my bike. "That's a nice bike. How much did it cost?" It's a crap bike, free from a dead friend. Guy - young Ali G like,big, scary, track suit with cartoon cat on top and bottom, holding can of drink. " I've got a bike for sale..." and so on. As I'm riding a bike, he thinks I might want to buy his. Hard work telling him I don't.
This morning, 9 am, lady from two doors down, out in a pinny sweeping pavement in front of her house. All the pavement looked clean except in front of mine (will photo). But she is old, of a dying breed. Or maybe not. Perhaps we should start looking after our localities again.
Leaving the house at 8:15 pm, the police helicopter buzzing nearby, two policemen talking to the naughtiest boy in the street (he shares the title with his mate), not related to helicopter unless he's been particularly bad, police car whizzing down Greenbank Road.
Further up Greenbank Road, near the Chocolate factory, somebody in their front room playing soft,sad piano. Cemetery opposite, no traffic.
Oh,yes. And a hedgehog outside my front door when I got home.
2 comments:
Isn't everyone of a "dying breed".
how do you dye a breed?
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