A Strange Feeling

Walking back to the car, I took a breather on the High Street. My bags were large and heavy, and my lungs were small and light. Downhill was fine, but uphill was more like final. Hiding my breathlessness behind idle curiosity, I scrutinised the people around me. Mostly dressed in black, individuality was gone. A land of giant cockroaches, the shock of life ending, eyes glazed....and a feeling of..

Something permanently lost?

Or perhaps it was just that the wind was cold and the sky dark. And I was tired. And the endless line of Victorianesque bespoke wheelchairs didn't help. And a 100 billion dollar programme to send a few people on sight-seeing moon tours (just an opinion) had given me indigestion.

Yet, then a revelation.

Some people had knitted an Easter tableau of chicks and eggs, creating a 'topper' for the Georgian pillar box. It made me smile.

It reminded me of a health education advert I'd seen a few weeks ago. There was a big pile of fruit and veg stood next to a big pile of chocolates, apparently demonstrating how wonderful the veg was. Personally, I'd much rather have eaten the chocs than the green bananas, granite pears and mouldy berries usually on offer. 

But there we are.

It was a funny day!