My Sunday 21 st Jan 2007
Sunday 21 st Jan
Went out for my daily walk and called in the super market and saw a guy sitting next to his car reading a paper with a 6 pack of beer sitting next to him“Good day” he said to me as I passed by as he sucked on a green bottle his eyes crossing and the newspaper up side down spread across his lap.And a “Good Day to you” I replied but I knew he would not remember me, this piece of his life lost like the Saturday night litter spread around the car park. His conscious now a confetti of numbness.The staff had changed since I had been to “New World Super Market “Gone all the oldies replaced by a young crew with names like Lucas and Mandy who where constantly glancing at each other in some sex sign thing crossed with a “what am I doing here “ look.A middle age woman was haranguing the manager over some over charge issue which had taken over her now existence as she ignored the sun soaked day outside with no urge from her to go stroll the beach or paddle in the lapping seaThen off I went to Battle Hill Farm a working farm where you can stroll amongst the animals as you climb the hills and walk along the stream A young rider putting her horse through its paces over some jumps suddenly lost control and the horse as if wanting to break for freedom galloped towards a fence with the rider pulling for dear life on the reinsWell the horse did stop and I reckon that horse smiled at me a smile that said “Just Kidding “So up the hills I walked and the wind got up and so I had to get a move on till in the end I started to jog down the path back to the car park. Felt good with the exercise and so I fed the hens that roam around free in the car park with my rice biscuits and had a good talk with a Chinese man whose English was not so good but who had a great sense of humour @ Neil furby
