Blogging from Bridport - Day 20
The cast:
Me
'The undertaker' (husband)
'On the ground in france' (son)
'Office darling' (daughter)
'Nearly 90' (mother)
I know I shall pay the price for my unnecessary indulgence this lunchtime. I wanted to listen to the one o'clock news but I didn't if you get my drift. I thought a large bowl of vanilla Yeo Valley ice cream would equip me for any worse news. Shallow I know.
This mornings walk (we walk every other day) alternating between shopping/prescriptions/and or mercy runs to hospitals took us through the churchyard and to the open fields beyond. We passed under the bridge with the A35 running overhead. This is the main trunk road down to Devon and Cornwall, usually the traffic is incessant but this morning it was mainly sporadic delivery vans. We saw a host of blackbirds, robins and even a mistle thrush. We hear more, we see more and we embrace the unfurling of spring. The seasons wait for no man. Along the way 'The undertaker' takes to testing my knowledge of types of trees...tiresome. Someone has left a copy of the Bible on a bench. Normally I would be the first to scoff but the sheer simplicity and thoughtfulness of the act left me quite touched. It compensated for all the inhuman people crawling out of their cesspits last night. And as we all know those opinions will be held in cyberspace for ever, what a legacy to leave behind.
I'm very proud of my cousin Richard who runs Arty Tarty foods. He is currently supplying 60 ready made meals a day to the NHS hospital in Epsom. I'm thrilled that he is putting his skills and talent to such a fantastic cause. There are so many people out there helping in any small way they can. It may not seem much but it all adds up making the bigger picture better for us all.
I see a fellow market trader appearing on Instagram in a long shimmering red ball gown putting her bins out. There's a trend to put on your most glamorous outfit and pop on your tiara to put out your rubbish. 'I haven't got a tiara' I say to 'The undertaker'. 'Pop on your halo instead' he suggests. Where would I be without him?
Lying on the sofa and having an hysterical WhatsApp with 'Office darling' and 'On the ground in France' where the humour gets worse yet better 'The undertaker' tells me 'Nearly 90' is walking through the churchyard opposite admiring the blossom. 'Tomorrow' I shout to them both and leap up grabbing my coat along the way. We stand 2 metres apart on the pavement, it is SO odd. Its very heartening to see her out and about enjoying the warm air and taking her exercise. She looks down at my feet. 'Why are you wearing your slippers on the street'? she asks. Its 3'oclock in the afternoon. There is NO excuse.
Tonight is the full pink moon. The biggest brightest super moon of the year. The moon will be 221,772 miles away from the earth - and the earth, moon and sun will all align. This is known as perigee-syzgy but because the term isn't catchy its called a 'supermoon'
When you've nothing much to say at least make what little you do say interesting...
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