I have some people watching to share this morning, I think it’s a good way to start the week. I start with the couple walking along Frinton high street yesterday with a pushchair. The cut on his forehead was either the result of falling over or falling into a frying pan. Either one was the brought about by alcohol and my guess is that she was babysitting. I swear that the cut was actually throbbing as she talked at him. Clearly a punishment trip, window shopping on a Sunday morning when most of the shops were closed. I wonder if he remembers regaling the lads on Saturday night with manly plans. Oh if they could have seen him, but of course they were suffering their own bespoke punishments.
The same street brought me a well dressed older lady with one of those precisely groomed rats that pass as dogs. I slowed my pace when I realised that she had hit somewhat of a predicament. The animal had passed whatever fancy food stuff she fed him and the result was not good. Suffice it to say that she needed a doggy mop not a scoop. The look on her face was priceless, stranded in the high street as I approached she couldn’t walk off and leave the mess. The elaborate efforts to extract a bag and ponder how to attack the mess were almost painfully extended as I slowed my pace. I knew that she had no intention of clearing up the mess but took great delight in stretching her embarrassment. I am sure that as I passed the dog gave me a smug look, as if he had shown who was boss.
The real treat came yesterday afternoon in the local pub. Three guys in their 50’s came in and it quickly became clear it was a jolly boys outing. I pegged them as North London from their dress and demeanour. Like a slice of history childhood memories came flooding back. In the characters I could see so many from childhood. In the short leather jacket and the faded jeans I could see so many of my father’s friends. Even the shoulder shuffle, the choice of songs and the drinks were reminiscent of days long past. As they left the pub, far worse for wear than they had intended the immortal line “quick wash and freshen up then back on it” sealed the deal.
An update to yesterday’s post, lefty is fighting back. Since late yesterday afternoon it’s been giving me real pain. Despite a hot soak and painkillers I had a most uncomfortable night. My resolve remains strong though and I am sure it will tire first.