Jealous Legs
Albert playing dead in the lane There's always drama " I love it when you hang your washing, the lane is always filled with the scent of washing powder" Pippa from the Rectory called this over the sound of the music in my earphones as she passed Bluebell where I was cleaning bulldog snot from the steering wheel I had hung a newly washed bedspread on the field gate half an hour earlier The wind from the west fill fluttering laundry with the vague scent of greenery tinged with the sea It's been an odd day. I met a friend for breakfast ( great tasting Americanos and thick white toast !! Served at the seaside cafe on Colwyn Bay promenade. He is just about to end a long term marriage and needed to verbalise what he felt. It was easy for him to talk as I fed the girls crumbs and kept my gaze from his " It's not the breaking up that she will ultimately remember but the kindness or not of how you do it" This was my only advice He needed to talk and hear his own ...