Out in the garden things that were sumery are turning autumery.
As I wonder I see, I see what you don’t see.
But what you didn’t see before or now see.That is the trick.
And as it happens I hadn’t seen this sunflower grow prevouisly. But boom and there it is.
Look at that for a stalk.
Look at that for a head.
Look at that girly pinkness.
The petteles in the sunlight.
The dew on sitting there.
Pink isn’t the only colour you know.
Sometimes somethings can go unnoticed. But in truth they are not.
Its breakfast time.
And I’m still admiring the yellowness of it all.
How it makes us all happy.
Delightful and giddy.
There are not many things that make you feel like that. And yet like this catapiler we cling on.
Here we are back in realtiy.
The place to be. In fact my mom is dropped off and sneaks into the garden without me hearing. I come back to this world with a bump.
We go shopping. The green grocers and then into the shopping arcade that I never come into anymore as there is no Wilkos.
I ask my mom if she want to look at the womens cloths store and she does.
Not that they have anything to fit me. We go to the shop next door.
And then the charity shops
I even go to Clarks, hell I havn’t been to Clarks since I was well small.
While it rains, the rain we don’t know about, we go to the pub and have some dinner.
Large Nachos is no longer an option. I checked the menu, then I checked at the bar! And so I have chilli, so nice so yummy.
And my mom a steak and kidney pudding.
I empty my bags and fill the fridge.
So full to the brim, which must question why, my brother comes round and
we head into Hednesdford.
We go to the curry house but there is a 40 minute wait, so they take my name down for a table and we head here.
The free house that isn’t free. It’s busy here, very, very busy here, but in the beer garden it is quiet, it is tranquil, it is good to talk in.
We sup our ciders and before you know it the clock has turned.
Back it is, the table awaits. India Red.
Its a bring your own, so I quickly go to the beer shop and return.
We browse the menu, order the dishes and wait.
The popadums come.
the starters too.
Followed by the currys, without a balti dish.
Fresh breads a foot, this place buzzes, busy and buzzy, and in a way nice.
You know what they say, you should never go shopping hungrey, so hey lets go.
As per the last time the bus that passes my house is advertised. But will it come/
It here on the schedule.
We wait the wait, it is a game, a waiting game.
You knwo what.
It is here. we sit down.
And go on a Pye Green Circular tour in the dark.