I’ll be ready when the time comes

Which is the best thing to do in your city?

At this moment in time, we live rural-side, Patch n me. Although I’m city girl and central London does feel like my spiritual home, exploring any city really isn’t up there on my to-do list right now.

I sincerely love cultural attractions, especially in the arts, but for now, I’m still getting to grips with and appreciating the stillness and freedom of retirement.

It’s taking a while, and maybe that’s a reflection on just how long the slog has been? Some folk on retirement want to get out there and do the things life had restricted them from doing? I get that, totally.

But I’m coming from this from the other end. I’ve got the tee shirt and I’ll go with that until the time presents itself that it’s time for change.

Protea

Bond St

Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.

An elderly lady approached me on the busy London street. Her arm outstretched, a small posy of heather, tied with a thin lilac ribbon, in her hand.

I was her target and she wasn’t going to miss it. It made me smile. Sure, I’d buy it from her, quietly hoping she wouldn’t insist on fleecing me.

She was under five feet tall, and her navy woollen coat swamped her. He blue felt hat limp from the rain. She looked up under the rim and our eyes met. Hers watery and blue, but they sparkled still.

I asked her name, and she told me Roma, I introduced myself. The footfall was heavy that day, it could have been a Monday morning, but just for a moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the street.

I have no recollection of what we spoke about.But I do recall vividly being in her presence for a few minutes that day, so many years ago.

Edit… The moment I published this, I did remember one thing she said to me…and that  was I would write about her one day …whoa!

Miracles do happen

Where would you go on a shopping spree?

It has to be said I have enjoyed some magnificent shopping sprees over the years. And it’s a good job I can remember them so well as it is unlikely I will be venturing down that road anytime soon.

Central London (with a close friend of mine) was our stomping ground. We had an absolute blast. A two/three day city break was awesome.

But never say never..it could happen again.

Why run when you can walk?

How often do you walk or run?

Run? Nah, not happening. Simple as.

Walking, yes, WP. Every day, come rain or shine, we’re out there braving the elements.

It’s a good job I do have my canine buddy, as I doubt I’d be out three times a day on my own. Despite being at one with nature.

Once upon a time, I’d be pounding the streets of London with my perfect shopping pal. Oh yes, we did some walking back then. But those days are over.. Well, let’s never say never.