I knew that today was going to be a special day

Mar 8, 2024

Myself and Saffy had breakfast and went on our road walk. Gotta keep the kids nails down. Tomorrow will be a fields and countryside day. We wandered down the road and saw ‘Man with dogs head’ again. I will briefly explain why I call him that. He has a white Scottish terrier, and the man has a white beard and hair. They look like twins. We wished him a good morning and on we went. We then met ‘nice lady with bouncy dog’ and stopped there for a chat, much to Saffy’s annoyance. She told him off. Then we talked about the weather with ‘Man with sun hat’. He wears that hat twelve months of the year. Then we had a quick chat with ‘New Mum, baby and pretty Jack Russell’ . She is a smily new Mummy who is walking around the town, showing her pride and joy off. It is wonderful to feel her joy, it really is.

Happiness spreads happiness. I hope she isn’t offended that I am more excited about fussing the dog though. We then saw ‘Linemen for the county’ . They are two guys from Slough, fitting cables as they go. I give them a regular burst of ‘Wichita Lineman’ when I see them. I don’t think they know of Glen Campbell though. One is from India and one is from Tanzania. But they enthusiastically join in with my laughter. Then we saw Saffy’s old mate ‘Mick the rat’. He has a plot down the vegetable allotment, and gives Saffy strawberries and carrots. And he is often seen chasing rats from his plot. Then we saw ‘Good morning’ man. We call him that because they are the only words he has said in the three years we have exchanged words. I have recently found myself changing accents when I swap greetings. Today I was Roger Moore as James Bond.

Then we ambled by Nikita’s house. She is my second favourite web designer in the whole world. We waved at lovely Kay driving up the hill in her car. And the icing on the cake was when we walked by ‘big man who grunts’. He is the jogger who refuses to say good morning, and grunts when I am street singing. Today he got a full tenor version of The Lord is my Shepherd. I actually think I sound good. Saffy’s tail goes like crazy when I hit a high note. And now as I sit to write with my tap water, Saffy is chewing on a bit of Buffalo. Have a wonderful day out there.

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