Hello everyone, and at last something came along that made me giggle. At the weekend, Alan had gone off to work, and I decided to go for a walk, as I’d been having a bit of a lazy day. I went down the road, past the houses, around a triangular field, where I passed an old man walking a small dog.
As you do, I said, ‘bit cold isn’t it?’ he did a swiveling action, that caused his dog to wrap around his legs, and looked me up and down.
‘Anyway, what are you doing wandering around on your own,’ he stated. I found myself answering him as if I was about ten.
‘I’m only going round the block, and then I’ll be straight home.’ I said.
‘Make sure you do, then,’ he replied.
How funny, and I could have said the same to him as he was ninety if he was a day.
Nice to know that he was bothered though, and as I walked home, grinning to myself, I put it down to my new head gear. Our Son’s girlfriend and her little girl came down to see us over Christmas, and she had a hat affair, with ears, and a scarf attached and a place to keep your hands. I said,
‘Oh, I’d love one of those.’ The fairies must have been listening, and I had one for my recent birthday. Who says you can’t wear kiddie things when you’ve turned fifty five?
Until next time, hope something makes you smile today.
Here’s me in my funky head gear.
The book clearing is going well too. We took a big box and several carrier bag fulls to the hospice shop today.
I’m in the library, as my computer is still in hospital. Hoping it comes back soon, and glad our library is buzzing with things for us to use and all for free as well.
What a lovely post, Susan – it certainly made me smile to see you in your hat and think of the old man’s admonition to make sure you got home again! No wonder you felt about ten.
Funny how heroes come in all shapes and sizes, Rosemary. Good to know that there are some gentlemen left. And I’m lucky to be married to one as well.
It’s funny how we manage to fall into our expected roles regardless of how old we are. Loving the glovey, hatty, scarfy thing.
Yes we do don’t we, Wendy. He seemed fascinated with my pink trainers as well. Then again I don’t act my age very often.
Thank you for giving me something to smile about today.
We aim to raise a smile in giggles blog land, Julia, so that’s good 😊
Lovely post – and the snuggly thing suits you! I think the old boy’s concern for you is wonderful xx
Yes, he was my bodyguard for the moment. And he was wearing a Russian type fur hat. Perhaps he was a spy. Glad you called by. Xx 😊
Great post, Sue. Love the idea of the old man looking out for you. You look good in the hat/scarf1 🙂
Thanks, Jan, it’s so snugly and warm it’s unreal.
So that’s the secret of eternal youth! Where can I buy one?
I think the fairies went to Asda, Linda. And they come in a variety of colours. Be prepared to be spoken to like a child though when wearing it.
I like your hat-scarf-gloves with ears. You do look about seven years old wearing them, but that’s loads better than looking freezing cold and miserable!
Libraries are great, aren’t they?
Ha ha, the good thing is then you can act seven as well, Patsy. I am glad we have a library in the town.
I wonder where he thought home might be? (Somewhere where there was someone to look after you, perhaps?) And where had he come from and why was he talking to a ‘strange’ woman in a field? Is he from Redington? This post is all giggles and questions.
You’re right, Lynne. He was wearing a big Russian hat, and had a dog. I think he was a spy in the mist.