A familiar face

A blip clock of no interest or special note other than it tells the time again after a long spell of being absent, but now it has been restored and rehung on its original piece of wall in the heart of our town following a few minor alterations and tidy ups which the Council has undertaken in an attempt to be in line with the National trend of promoting the Regeneration of rural town centres; not sure if they found some money from somewhere or were given it? Sadly the clock has to wear protective armour now so as to be vandal-proof following too many assaults to its face and many sticks and other objects being thrown at it to see how long before the hands fell off, etc. etc.

The clock of no interest or special note told me I was just in time to get back to work having escaped for an hour and been one of those ladies who lunch. There were four of us today; one of the girls I work with, me (obviously ) and the other two are friends who used to work with us. There were lots of grey heads ( one was mine) , bald heads (not ours), spectacles (all 4 of us) and hearing aid users having lunch and the ceilings are low; all of the aforementioned led to some comical conversations, some of which came from our table .... "She drives buses in Coventry now you know" ...." she does busking in Coventry?" ...." no she drives buses" and "gosh hasn't it been windy" .... "it was what on Wednesday?" My lunch hour passed by far too quickly with lots of mirth and good memories and two of us, the unlucky ones, had to leave and say .... goodness, look at the clock, got to run.

Thank you so very much to all of you who sent congratulations, lovely comments and stars on my 200th yesterday - It most certainly wouldn't have been so rewarding or even possible without you all. I am was very touched and your kind encouragement, advice and just being there is really appreciated. I love you all, your wonderfully different personalities, your great journals and most of all your fabulous photos.

Oooops my watch is telling me .... bedtime... see you tomorrow.