There's lots to see in our street ..... nothing wildly exciting , it's true , but I'm not sure I could cope with daily gangland shootouts , Morris Dancers or Knock Down Ginger any more .
Still , there's the odd traffic jam
there's the luckily-not-right-next-door neighbour who can whistle any tune you care to mention ( please don't ) , the daily airing in wheelchairs of ancient inmates of the care home on the corner , Meals on Wheels vans in the morning , pizza couriers in the evening ( doesn't anyone cook anymore ? ) , flurries of German , Chinese and Spanish students chatting as they rush up to the college , traffic wardens and cats , dozens of cats .......
It's funny . We only moved a five minute walk away but the cats have all changed colour ... there they were nearly all ginger or white . Here they're an odd shade of sandy pink tabby . I must cross the river and see what they've mutated to there .
When I'm not gawping out of the window , there's pottering in the kitchen
, solving crosswords .... did you know that an anagram of fortyfive is over fifty ? .... and unearthing slightly elderly treasures from storage boxes . This dratted thing not only didn't interlock , it had no picture . It became a matter of honour to complete it
rather as the opening of this milk carton did later .
Talking of elderly treasures , you'll be pleased to know that I didn't buy a thing at the Collectors' Fair , though I was tempted by a small wooden toy horse till I discovered it cost 75 Euros , and it didn't have any wheels .
But tomorrow I will be at the Fabric Fair with a duty to buy . We need cushion covers .......
