Day 70 - The sun was shining in through the windows this morning. We are into the last few days of May. The Works of Fiction the forecasters got most of Mays weather correct . It has been the hottest Spring and the hottest May for years. Sitting out in the sun has become the norm. Walking has to be done early before the sun comes up. It is Saturday morning and June the first day of meteorological Summer is just a few days away. The next few days will remain warm. By mid -week the threat is for cooler weather . Life is still running along at a very odd pace .
House Bingo has now replaced I Spy . Today I need to find house number 70. I thought the best place to find it would be in the estate just down the road from where I live. So many houses . Surely there would be a number 70 and it would be easy to find. Walking is still warm even though I set off early. I meet the elderly man who lives round the corner . He walks often . Stopping often to catch his breath and
lean on his walking stick. "Nice day" I said to him . He agreed and we parted company. The smells in the garden are of bacon and breakfasts and of roses . An odd combination of smells . I stop at the wall around the church . A man walks his dog amongst the gravestones . My eyes are peeled on house numbers . No sign of 70 yet. Today sports are opening up . As I walk I think about the sport I have missed over the last few months . Football - perhaps Liverpool will get their chance to wrap up the Premiership. It has been a long time coming . Games played behind closed doors. Rugby - they are still thinking about it . Snooker can start and the first horse racing begins on Monday . From Monday 6 people can exercise together . Why do I think 6 will exercise in the morning , the same six will exercise in the afternoon and then again in the evening . I am not sure sense will prevail. Formula 1 is beginning with the first race in Austria . No doubt MotoGP will start too.
taken out of my thoughts by a lady walking her dog. She shouts an hello to me from across the road . I meet her again on my way home and we talk about walking early . How lovely it is . She told me she liked to listen to the insects . Without all the cars on the roads it is possible to hear the insects. I walk down the road - why do the houses go to 67 and then start again at 57. It looks as if the estate housing got so far and then stopped .When the builders came back they messed up the numbering . I found a road I had not walked down and there it was number 70 to be ticked off .
ARriving back home the coffee went on and breakfast eaten. Over it we talked about the itch we are all feeling . The itch called travelling . It seems like an itch that I cannot scratch. I pulled out the travel books . If I cannot go away this week at the very least I can read about the places I want to see . Life goes on and
holidays will be there but my itch is really getting worse and worse . It seems time to look back and I find myself thinking about holidays in the future. By now we would be planning the next holiday. We are already booked for September . Whether we will go anywhere remains to be seen.
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