Christmas can wait Mary is still enjoying the summer
So here’s me trying to let the day unfold when I bump into this advert! It happens every year which encourages some of us Facebookers to post ‘the first signs of Christmas’.
Is life so awful that we have got to start thinking of Christmas in August to get us through Autumn? Of course, it is not. The advertising world needs us to believe we need cheering up to get us to part with £24 for a 3 course Christmas dinner.
I returned to the VW dealer this morning just to have a coffee and post sales chat. After a few days of driving, I had a few questions and given that I had the best car salesman ever I didn’t mind turning up. They also checked that erratic tyre sensor though of course, it was behaving.
I had to go into town something I do most Saturdays. I am what you call a ‘townie’ that is someone that gets energised just by being in town. I bumped into another sign though this one was tea and chat in the Salvation Army. I know a few of them in there so I decided to stop and have a tea and chat. I got into a chat with one of the regulars who informed me that his wife had passed away a few months back. I could see that although they had been together for many years he was pained by her loss. I could only say what I have noted that death is a stage unto itself. We can’t predict much about it until it happens and then it reveals things that we may never have previously considered significant. It could be how the loved one looked at us on certain occasions or a habit that in their lifestyle was annoying though now in death we miss it and wish we could witness it one last time.
I got home only for Cee to tell me she needed lifts to prospective employers. After we delivered her CVs we ate together and got to hear something of her Greek adventure. My impression after viewing her videos and photos is that late teenagers originating from England have colonised a Greek island and made their own reality influenced by shows such as Love Island
Made in Chelsea
Cee has recovered enough from her trip to sort out insurance on my car. Now I am not sure what is causing me greater concern her going on holiday without me for a week in Greece or driving my car?
I can tell we are entering a new phase where communication is in transition and the ground rules now involve how my car is driven without me in it.
No wonder I am living by the day there’s enough in it to fill a lifetime.
g.