Life goes on after the snow...

I left you on Saturday for my adventure out and about with Debbie, Tom and Ben.

I was collected shortly after I logged off and driven to Debbie's house. We managed to play Mario Cart Wii as well as Pictureka (a board game) before being joined by the neighbours on our afternoon walk. I quickly put a few plastic bags over my feet (yes, I also changed my name to Rustle) as I don't own any wellies.... yet....

We all went out and enjoyed a muddy walk through the fields and across the rivers. We reached the end of our walk and headed straight into the pub. It was really nice. We had a drink each and chatted until tea time. Debbie and her neighbours headed for the Indian take away joint whilst I waited with the boys. By the time we got back to Debbie's place, Hilary was there and waiting............. oops..........

Changing topics swiftly...

I had an aaaaaaah moment (that one is not copy written yet!) the other day.

There is a young male across from Tony in the hospital, who has had a particularly rough time (he suffers from Crohn's disease). The other day he went in to theatre for his second operation and came back looking full of life. The following day, the pain struck. He is on a morphine pump permanently. He was so brave, tolerating the pain with a press of the morphine and a few naps. Well, that was until his aunt walked in. She went up to him and asked him how he was. He burst into tears. It made me so sad to see.

Just my luck...

I was on my way home yesterday when a stranger approached me and began having a conversation with me. Alarm bells went off in my head ('stranger alert, stranger alert') that made me want to run away with my arms flailing about my head, mouth open screaming and legs trying to catch up with my body. I resisted the temptation (only because I had a bus to catch). Instead, I stood there whilst she chatted (I did my usual smile and nod routine, with the occasional uh huh and mmm hmmm). Once I had 'psycho-analysed' her (about 15 seconds from meeting) I was absolutely astounded that:
a) she went to college (okay, no-one said she passed anything)
b) she thought that carrying a post office bag was the bees knees
c) she had procreated.

I was SO glad that bus 169 finally arrived and that she was NOT getting on it.

On the way home I had an encounter of the postman kind (they say everything comes in threes...) He began with light topics and light conversation. BUT, by the time we reached our final destination he was full swing into complaining about the Rubbish people. He was asking me (rhetorically) why he has to deliver mail in the snow, but the refuse collectors are allowed to have the time off. I unfortunately did not have an answer for him...

I am now left waiting for number three.......