today, friday afternoon after payday….i wanted to go to the big grocery store and buy some treats. mr a and i had a skint month…mostly due to my trip to vienna. i’ve now been reimbursed and we’ve both been paid…time for steaks, salmon and bagels and pain au chocolat!
the weather has been mild…probably high 50’s and….dare i say it…..dry!!
as i was geting ready to head out, i asked cleo…should i walk or take the bus? she didn’t respond but it reminded me of matt’s favorite joke when he was about 5 years old.
he would excitedly say….what did one flea say to the other flea??? should we walk or should we take a dog????
i walked…as i got close to northfield the head shaking began…i enjoyed being out…fighting my agraphobic tendencies…mixing with the riff raff people. the usual assortment of chavs, disabled, and elderly. as i navigate the bristol road i wonder if i would have moved here if i had seen this little corner of british culture.
in other circumstances, like if i was living in chicago i would look at this and say awwwwww, the clock cafe
but when i am standing at the bus stop, not in the pouring rain…this time…it is not as stunning as say…. buckingham palace
the northfield update:
i have a theory that any man buying flowers on anyday, no holiday tuesday…has done something he is sorry for. today i saw a guy with a big, BIG bunch of flowers and before i could see the balloon i thought…oh wonder what he’s done??
ah, theory proved!!! the balloon said “i’m sorry”
at the bus stop, a slightly raggedy old man pulled out his mobile phone and smiled at the baby picture…i assume a granchild…he turned to me and had a really genuine smile and i wished i had a dad like that.
the 27 bus….the ole 27…remember the route changes last sunday???? my old reliable 27 has changed too! and i sit down next to mrs old with jet black hair chatterbox…asking me where does the bus go and where it stops and i’m unsure myself….
she kindly tells me she is visiting her daughter who lives next to the woodpecker pub…near turves green…she doesn’t get out this way often….but she used to drink at that pub…it was such a good pub….
she chats up the little boy sitting nearby…his name? josh…his boots are goooorgeous….his mums name? rosie…i smile.
these people, in my neighborhood, they may not be posh or educated or well travelled…but they are real.