Went for my usual Sunday morning stroll today. It was a very warm morning with just a light breeze. Perfect. Not that the weather stops me from my meanderings, I go dressed to suit the conditions. So I walked my usual route along the sea front but today I decided to turn into town after a while so that I could visit the pharmacy which dispenses my medications. They collect the prescription from the surgery and I go and collect it when it is ready. However I was expecting the pharmacy to deliver to my house on Friday but they didn’t. That was the reason for my detour. Having reached the shop I found it closed and I would have to wait a half hour before they opened so I continued my walk to return later. I had gone but a short distance and I walked by a pub outside of which a guy was doing a general clean up of the area around it. Turns out he works there a few hours each day. With a great smile on his face he greeted me in his Welsh accent. ‘Good morning sweetheart, it’s nice to see a lovely lady’. Laying it on a bit thick I thought but I replied nevertheless. ‘Don’t I know you’? I asked. He was taken aback and I could see the little cogs whirring in his head. When I refreshed his memory he exclaimed, ‘Oh yes, I remember now. How are you doing’? We chatted a bit more and I told him I was out walking but needed to visit the pharmacy before returning home. He asked if I would come inside the pub when it opened at eleven. I said I might but I needed to continue my walk first. I would return later. So I continued on my way and did return a half hour later. He bought me the drink he’d promised, a diet cola as I wasn’t drinking alcohol so early in the day and before lunch too! A friend of his popped in and we were introduced. After a half hour I said I must leave to visit the pharmacy, go home and mow the lawn before it rained. The forecast had mentioned the possibility of rain. ‘OK’, he said, ‘but can we meet up again for a drink or maybe dinner somewhere’? I declined his offer but said maybe we’ll meet up again soon as it is a small town. In actuality he lives literally just around the corner from where I live but I didn’t disclose that fact. The guy is pleasant enough but I am not interested in the least. I don’t know what it is with guys, they buy you a drink and expect something will come of it. So I left the pub and went to the pharmacy. It turns out that my prescription had not been ready when they went to collect it from my doctor so they were unable to deliver my medication. That will be sorted this week.
So I arrived home and by this time the weather had become overcast so my ex and I got to work mowing the lawn before it rained. The garden is fairly large so it was going to take a while. I could feel the rain beginning to fall but it was ever so light. I managed to get all but the last strip mowed when suddenly the heavens opened and let go a downpour. I struggled but managed to finish the job and we dashed into the garage like two drowned rats. Great fun. I had asked if my ex would like to dine out but we decided to stay at home instead. Whilst we were preparing our dinner the sun came out and now it is gloriously sunny again. This is England in Summer. I paint a picture of rain, sun, rain but it isn’t always this way.

Shirley Anne x