Saturday, August 13, 2011

going, challenge, finesse


Posted by PicasaGoing somewhere. "They changed the landing path, at Gatwick" Bill says outside The Compasses, as I point my camera upwards to see what's there.

"Here's a challenge for you", says a customer at a plant stall at Farmers' Market. "I want something with a lot of flowers to stick in the middle of the table and plant out in the garden afterwards. And our garden's very shady."

On the way to the market I meet an acquaintance. She is pushing a wheeled shopping basket. "Are you going to the Farmers' Market?" I ask and then regret the question in case she is. She is on her way to the Farmers' Market. I suspect that she does not relish the prospect of making small talk all the way up Mount Pleasant to The Town Hall. "You go on ahead," I say, "I don't walk very fast nowadays." "I'm a bit slow myself," she says. Is she being polite?  Perhaps not. "I'll take the short cut," she says when she realizes that I am aiming to walk up Mount Pleasant, and dives into Mount Pleasant Avenue. I might have done and said the same. Either way the story ends happily.

2 comments:

Barrett Bonden said...

Good novel name: Adult Evasions.

Lucy said...

Good to know other people have the same disinclinations as I do. How satisfactory that you both recognised it without anyone feeling wrongfooted.