An inside day.
I perched myself in my ‘local
A small and more intimate place
We know each other
Easy to chat, enjoy respectable sky larking
(One day I shall become a respectable grand father)
It’s a good place, the staff are chatty, and, predict what I’m going to order. And next door, through a convenient walkway is the book shop. A very desirable way of farewelling my pension.
Today the place is more crowded. Probably because the weather outside is ‘stink’ as the younger ones say.
At a large table is seated one of our ‘older’ couples. They do look friendly.
“Do you mind if I sit at this table – I promise I’ll behave.”
“Please do, you’re most welcome. I can’t promise ‘he’ will.”
She gesticulates at her husband alongside.
An English accent. Welcoming.
They downed tools ‘back home’ and to retire, moved here to the colonies, New Zealand.
“Love the smallness,
the easy-to-get-on-with people here.”
He was a civil engineer
I describe my teaching days
“Specialised in music, creative writing, drama. Great kids, great days.”
The coffee was good
The conversation a pick me up on a Windy and Blustifereous day
David in Pen and Pics 