Walking Stella tonight several things passed my mind. These are some of them:
- yoo hoo, where is everyone? Just as people seemed to pop up as mushrooms in April they have disappeared now. I think the people we met on the track tonight can be counted on my ten fingers. And it’s all because it has turned a bit colder. What did surprise me most was that we didn’t meet any dogs.
- Afternoon tea. There is an inn along the track and it has new owners. On Sunday they start with two things: Sunday roast and Afternoon tea. Now being intolerant to gluten means that this is a treat I can’t have but make an exception for during my London vacations. I love the feeling of being pampered in an exclusive setting. Favourite so far is Savoy. Although the tea wasn’t bad at Brown’s I was disappointed in that they didn’t stick to their dress-code policy. I have decided that I in May shall treat myself to Ritz and their Palm court. From the photos I think it feels “cold” but who knows, it might just be a very pleasant surprise. As for Stora Vall’s Afternoon tea – well, I have to say I’m tempted.
- I was in the car when the news where read. Something horrified me and I still can’t understand it. A 10 year old girl was raped by three boys not older than 14, during a recess. Four lives destroyed. And where were the adults? I can remember how I was at 10 and at 14. I don’t I even would have had the thought. It chocking how the world has and is changing.
- Last night I found out that my favourite cowboy has got frontal dementia. As I do one part of the dementia investigations for the healthcare centres I work for I have had the opportunity to learn/study a lot about the disease dementia. In my opinion frontal dementia is amongst the worst as your personality is in the frontal lob. I have seen and heard about people who have been very well-behaved, almost boring turn into violent beasts, elderly women suddenly starting to get a very foal language. I really can’t express my respect to “my” cowboy’s wife. She is a strong, a very strong woman from what I can understand from the information I have been provided. However my cowboy will always be who he was when I fell in love with on a Friday evening so so many years ago, as he dreamingly talked about Willow Springs. His smile, his glittering eyes, his right hook, his zest for life etc. There are so many things to remember him by.
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Yes, that is the right thing to do. Remember him as his character, strong and healthy. I am going to do the same.
ReplyDeleteI share your horror in that news item, my friend. Poor children these days are not permitted to retain their innocence for very long and I feel they miss out on a lot in life because of that.
ReplyDeleteAutumn is definitely here! There is a decided snap in the air and it is true there are less people around here too.
Afternoon tea sounds very civilized.