Self motivation.

Many years ago, in the context of excercise, my brother told me that I had to motivate myself. So this morning I set off on  brisk walk. Ten minutes later as I passed a woman walking in the opposite direction, I said hello, thinking that would be normal in uk but not so much in this country.
 To my surprise she stopped me in my tracks and told me who she was. She was S., the daughter of a good friend of mine who had recently died. In thirty years, although I knew her, we had never had a single conversation and yet, here we were having a very long, intense chat, tears flowing. She apologised for unloading so much, but I was glad and honoured  that she did so and felt that she could trust me. On I walked, blipped the wall art, bought some lettuce seedlings from a nursery and received two compliments from the only other people I encountered. The fact that my hair is currently grey, identifies me as elderly, so I'm seem as an elderly/old person out walking, therefore worthy of note.
 Closer to home, I called in to see T.  who is much older than I and was a close friend of S's mother. I feared that she has also died since I last saw her but no, she is still with us. She gave me an update on her own family but admitted that she couldn't quite remember who I was. This was after I had already told her a load of stuff that was probably meaningless to her.  As my friend Susan, who has since died said, "old age is not for the faint 
 hearted".
Anyway, I enjoyed the walk and on a light note, L has had his 17th birthday, and finds himself in a sort of Romeo and Juliet situation. V has had  her 16th  birthday but she is so reserved that we know nothing about her private life.
The Titch is all passionate about his new music high school and the oboe which will be his second instrument. 
The dogs are well, the sun is still shining and all the housework that I haven't done, still needs doing. No fairies busy during the night.