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Published: June 18th 2020
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Gabby is having a new windscreen tomorrow . Well that is what the company who are fitting it think. I wonder what part of it is a motorhome they have failed to notice . Our girl will not fit in a garage . So what if it rains? We will do it outside . We have a cover . Will your cover fit over Gabby? I dont think they have thought about that one. We live in hope but know the forecast for tomorrow is bleak . Torrential rain and more of the same for a few days . I wonder if she will get her new screen. Shall I lay a bet down and see what happens?
Wind back a few hours from that phone call and I am waking . Waking up to thunder , lightening and horrible weather . How can it be so bad in June? It should be hot . Far from it . It is a wonder that the heating has not cranked up a gear this morning . I have to get up. I have shopping to do. It is work day and I need a walk whatever the weather does .
Queuing is becoming the new norm. I am fourth in the queue today . In front of me the same older man and his wife . I see them every week. She wears her mask as usual . It all feels like people watching without the coffee and the sitting in the cafe. Standing in the cold and people watching outside the supermarket is not that interesting . As much as I tried I kept failing to find anything that was remotely interesting. Behind me the queue was growing but was no longer snaking round the car park. What will be missing off the shelves today? Last week it was caster sugar. Will there be caster sugar on the shelves today? Flour is a bit thin on the ground. Apart from that shopping has gone more or less back to normal. The wearing of masks has increased over the last few weeks . Colourful masks . Plain black ones. Gloves - industrial ones and gardening ones seemed popular. A shopper came towards me - he dropped his mask and with his heavily gloved hands blew his nose . He rubbed his nose with his hankerchief and put it in his
pocket . He walked over to the hole in the wall . He put his card in ,punched his numbers in and picked up his cash I couldnt help wonder how much germs he blew down his nose , onto his hanky and then spread it everywhere . Off he went to the back of the queue and into the shop I went . So that was shopping and people watching done for this week.
Before work I did head off for my walk . Another one of those wet old walks. It is Day 88 . Two fat ladies in bingo calling . Way back in 2009 the use of two fat ladies was dropped in bingo calling . Fear of offence the call together with legs 11 had disappeared from the bingo hall. I never found number 88 but perhaps I might find it tomorrow . Instead I tried to find something that linked with my calendar message this morning . "A lily or a rose never pretends and its beauty is that it is." Jiddu Krishnamurti
I found both my lily and my rose . I guess that was a result .
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