Thirsty work.

Another visit to the gym this morning, and I saw my first gym trainer, called Mark.  I haven't seen him for ages , and he was telling me he had had an interview on Monday, for a job in the police. He is a lovely young man, who helped ,and encouraged me when i first  started. I had never been in a gym before, and I was  rubbish, but with his help  I am still there today. A miracle, if you ask me. When I came out, I walked around the fields, and then called in at the church for a chat, and a cuppa.  I didn't stay long today, as I had some things to do in town. My next stop was the bank, and the guy behind the desk was really chatty. He was complaining about the lady busker, who was singing just outside the door. He said that every song she had sung all morning, were  depressing ballads. When I came out, I put some money in her bag, and asked her if I could take her photo. As you can see, she didn't object. Actually she was quite good, but I wish she had been in a better spot.  I then walked to the bus stop, and caught the bus home.