An un-nerving experience on the bus

My Gumtree selling is going great guns. I have to keep lists of who’s coming for what, because they just appear at the door (having arranged it), and expect me to know who they are and what they want to give me money for. I’m worried someone comes for a hall stand and I send them off, protesting mildly, with a table and chairs for £20.

Popped down to see Uncle A. Good news on the shoulder front: He had an x-ray yesterday and was told he could throw away his sling. He’s keeping it, for a souvenir. We went shopping today, or at least, he did, and I sat and read the papers. Some ironing for him and then home to await my Gumtree visitors.

The weather is a bit drizzly on and off today. It was most definitely ON when we drove through the Park to see if there were any photo ops at the ponds. The drizzle was OFF as I walked home, and I passed this church, as I always do. There is a rowan tree by the pavement and the white door with intricate ironwork was framed nicely by it. I always admire the church, and today I stopped. I was there for ages fiddling about with apertures to get different things in focus.

I moved along to the flower bed, and using my touch screen, I was able to tap on the flower at the front, or the bud at the top, or the door in the background, and it would focus on that and take the photo. No faffing. Brilliant.

Yesterday I had an un-nerving experience of sitting at the front of the bus (in the old folks’ seat, as is my wont) and a young chap with a long pony tail came from the back of the bus and plonked down beside me, greeting me by my first name (so that ruled out ex-pupils). I had no idea who he was. None.

‘Must have been a school. But which one?’, I thought quickly, but straight away admitted I’d forgotten his name (that was a little white lie - I’d forgotten absolutely everything about him). He told me and I was none the wiser, although I pretended it had all clicked, and desperately tried to steer conversation away from any reminiscing. I gabbled about the weather, the city looking lovely, the band I’d just seen, my new camera, being retired - in fact, I don’t think I let him get a word in edgeways. I was quite glad when he got off (he probably was too) and we waved cheerily to each other.

It was only later that evening that I worked out who he was and when I’d worked with him and what job he did. Nice young chap. Forgotten his name again...