Passing a prayer
Another wild and windy night. Up fairly early and working before I had to bus off to Hove again. The bus route, prone to unpredictable reroutings at the moment, went down by the sea, and the waves were green and fierce. Got off and hobbled just in time to reach the no-nonsense Clare the physio - she seems excellent at what she does and my leg felt a good deal freer on the way home. She was talking about politics again today, what with the election being this week. As for the torn leg it is improving slowly but is a few weeks off normalcy. If only I could say the same.
Caught a bus back into Brighton. A north African man was playing music softly on his iPad on the back seat and an older woman trundled her little shopping basket and sat next to him. Soon she was handing him a prayer in an envelope about the morning star Jesus Christ. He said he was Muslim, but accepted it gracefully, and when she got off a few stops later they were full of good wishes to each other, and as the bus drove on he read the prayer, of several pages, with great attention. A strangely heartwarming scene. Picked up some bits in town, then a long wait for a bus to take me up the hill. My leg still not loving the long slope of Beaconsfield Villas.
Working this afternoon, on various bits before Lorraine got home at a reasonable time. Feeling quite positive about life, and writing lists and getting stuff done. Lorraine and I having a pizza feast tonight, as Betty had returned from the food fair with them. Lorraine and I cusomised them with chilli and chorizo and all was good. Watched an episode of The Wire, which we hadn't done for a while a'fore an early night.
View from the 5B.
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Caught a bus back into Brighton. A north African man was playing music softly on his iPad on the back seat and an older woman trundled her little shopping basket and sat next to him. Soon she was handing him a prayer in an envelope about the morning star Jesus Christ. He said he was Muslim, but accepted it gracefully, and when she got off a few stops later they were full of good wishes to each other, and as the bus drove on he read the prayer, of several pages, with great attention. A strangely heartwarming scene. Picked up some bits in town, then a long wait for a bus to take me up the hill. My leg still not loving the long slope of Beaconsfield Villas.
Working this afternoon, on various bits before Lorraine got home at a reasonable time. Feeling quite positive about life, and writing lists and getting stuff done. Lorraine and I having a pizza feast tonight, as Betty had returned from the food fair with them. Lorraine and I cusomised them with chilli and chorizo and all was good. Watched an episode of The Wire, which we hadn't done for a while a'fore an early night.
View from the 5B.
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