My sister is going to be so proud of me when she reads this one.
This morning I was on my usual quest “to get fresh air” with the children and had Jackson in a back pack and Minnie in the pushchair. As I was walking along I could see walking towards us, a lady probably in her seventies smiling, no beaming at us. So I stopped. Yes that’s right Bud I stopped to talk to an old person in the street.
I am so glad I did. Turns out she was gorgeous. A doctor who had never married but had spent twenty years of her life working in hospitals in South Africa. She owned a house out there and was going back for a year. This angel also owned a house in Kent and Christchurch and best of all, she thought my children were lovely (first way to my heart). We swapped names (Mary is hers) which led into a long conversation about the Scottish, Welsh and English. Mary said that the Scots (from which she descended) had rings of gold in their eyes (which she had) giving them a beautiful aesthetic (which hers had).
In the end Mary insisted on getting my number and said she would call when she returned to Christchurch in a year. It seemed like the thing she was most excited about returning for was to see Jackson walking. My children and I were literally delighted in by this wonderful person.
I know that my sister would have made Mary her BFF there and then, and I wouldn’t blame her but I don’t know that I could go that far. Have to say though, I hope she does call….