Cosy
Old Ladies' Card Shop time; lovely customers, a journalist who is
writing an article about Merriel coming in to take photos, gazing out
at the beautiful winter's day, daffodils dancing on the Green, and
much time for contemplation.
Being
told the tale of when Merriel was threatened by a man with a knife in
the shop and saw him off by throwing soft toys at him. And THAT is
South London feistiness!
A
woman in the shop, whose birthday it was, singing "happy
birthday to your mummy!!!" to her baby, who was singing back in
baby language.
The
sweet small of Narcissus drifting through the shop from some flowers
that were left on the door for Merriel's funeral last week. There
were some beautiful white and red roses for her too.
Lichen
on the trees made bright by the sun.
The
shock of bright red poppies growing on the roadside ~ so tiny and
delicate but such a punch from the colour on a winter's day of pale
light.
A
man in the bank's lovely coat; like a big, soft corduroy dressing
gown. I could imagine Oscar Wilde wearing it.
The
promise of a winter wedding. A HUGE and exciting small beauty!
Hot
water on cold, cold skin.
And
my fake fur bed cover; beyond joyously cosy and something to sink
into gratefully on long, cold nights.
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