Mingling

The plastic box kinda kills the photo but it’s a must as the postman refuses

to use the letter box due to Mary’s game of bite the postie

It’s hot and humid today and just like the matriarch Winnie , used to do ,Dorothy has laid her nipples to cold concrete in an effort to remain cool.

The honeysuckle over the front door is heavy with perfume which can be smelt from halfway up the lane.

Just by opening the lounge window allows the perfume to creep around the cottage scot free.

Monday we will learn if the final covid restrictions will be lifted on June 21st. 

I suspect they will in place for yet another month so hopefully the 19th of July will be the final cutoff point.

I hope so as I’m back in London for a whole three night weekend July 23rd

Look At him! Galavanting again ! I hear you say 

My next jaunt to the city will be another eclectic visit. 

The main thrust will be Nu’s post covid party where her friends from all over will finally meet together but on the Friday I have arranged to be a real geek for the day and will accompany my nephew to comic con at Olympia which will be a total first for me.

He asked me to meet up with him with typical Asperger’s understatement, and my emotional joy at being asked was probably lost with him as, to him the request was pragmatic and clear cut.

After all we have been in regular contact for the past three years.

I told an old friend that I was meeting up with him and the friend voiced some surprise that was the case which intrigued me.

Why wouldn’t I keep in touch ? even though I wasn’t a blood relative. I’ve known the boy since he was born! 

Perhaps thirty years ago Nu and I took her wisecracking Liverpudlian nieces to Chester Zoo. 

It was a magical  afternoon with the pre teen girls playing up with me as their favourite aunt’s bestie and three decades later they have asked to recreate the afternoon with another visit with their own children in tow.

I shall be delighted to attend too.

So Leo and I will be geeks for the day very soon.

I shall wear my very best Walking Dead T shirt for the occasion .

I shall leave you with two late entries from the view from my window competition 

And a poem about post covid mingling by Babs

Enjoy

Mingling
by Kim Stafford

Remember how we used to do it—
weaving through the crowd, brushing
shoulders, fingers touching a sleeve,
adjusting a lapel—first an old friend here,
then turn to banter with a stranger, finding
odd connections—“You’re from where?...You
know her!”—going deeper into story there, leaning
back in wonder, bending close to whisper, secrets
hidden in the hubbub, as if in the middle of this
melee you have found a room and lit a lamp…
then the roar of the crowd comes back,
someone singing out a name, another
bowing with a shriek of laughter,
slap on the back, bear hug void
of fear? Imagine!
Just imagine.