Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Beginning of the end, helping hands and defiance.

1. A friend captions a photo with a remark about the air holding a touch of the beginning of the end of summer. It's an observation that I like very much and it comes to mind when I open the back door at breakfast time and see a fine veil of mist beyond the back wall.

2. Katie comes to help at lunch. She brings us ice creams as well as good company and an extra pair of hands.

3. For the sour-faced ladies ranged along the Pantiles like bitter fruits on a high wall I have a defiant smile as I walk past with my raging toddler straining at the pushchair straps.


  1. What do you bet those sour faced ladies had raging toddlers of their own once.

    1. I can't imagine them ever doing anything nice, or fun. They come in on coach tours and if you stop and chat to them they _always_ complain about the town.


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