This is not a ghost sign

This opthalmology business is still going, in Gloucester's Eastgate street. I wonder how long it's been there? I notice I've captured a couple of characters in the pub doorway next door. 

CleanSteve dropped me off, after we'd been to the world food store in Barton Street. He was going to get fresh tofu, and I needed to have my phone screen repaired. Before I dropped it off, I visited the Salvation army shop, where I got some new looking clothes for a song. I'm trying to simplify my wardrobe. (Needless to say, this is proving very complicated, because there's an awful lot of sorting and sifting involved). Found some more clothes shops, and bargains, once I'd left my phone at the fixing shop. 

The rain came hammering down while I was in Oxfam, but I had my brolly, so I was ok. This wasn't terribly long after I'd shot the blue sky in Eastgate street. 

Once I'd got my phone, I'd run out of energy and hands to carry things, so I got a sandwich and waited for the bus. Rang my friend J. She reckoned that Queen Elizabeth was dying, as the relatives had been summoned. I'd read the same thing on my phone. She reckoned that there'd be a revolution. I wasn't so sure. She also said it was thundering in Stroud.

CkeanSteve picked me up in Stroud (heavy rain, thunder finished) and I went to wardrobe-clearance duty until it was time to load up for the market in Stroud.

Once we'd set up our stalls for tomorrow, we went off separately, as I had to pootle around.town before the Buddhist meditation class started. CleanSteve caught up with me in Kendrick Street and told me that he'd just heard on the car radio that the  Queen had died. It is my belief that she had been going downhill, health-wise, for quite some time, so I was not at all surprised.