Contrast
Yesterday, I met two women of a similar age. I have already mentioned Christine who welcomed me as I stepped into The Church of St Mary the Virgin. Not only did she give me a free mug of coffee, she also told me a little about the history of the church. She had a positive outlook and I learnt about her love of singing - she even invited me to two forthcoming Christmas concerts in which her choir will be participating. In addition, I heard about her family . Then there was Joyce - sitting at the Crystal Peaks tram stop with me for three trams that never came. Good heavens - that woman could talk but most of what came out of her mouth was negative, gloomy and accusatory. Don't get me wrong - I am not saying that she was a bad or despicable person but the way she looked at life was corrosive. The local council was wrong about everything, the government was wrong about everything and so were the young, along with her neighbours, the police and the homeless. I tried to butt ...