Leggings - in culottes

It is Monday the first of June, a wild slatternly day of wind, and scattered bursts of sunshine. Still I'm back at work and decided to have an hour of fun in the shops in No-witch.

The shops are fashionably busy, although slow, the weather seems to have put people out, perhaps more inclined to the beaches, in search of better weather or to the house for electronic pursuits. It's my sort of day, not so hot that every step is an arthritic marathon, more a ballet move in deliberation.

I had decided more or less on culottes. Large baggy ones. So I lurched into a near by fashion shop, where I ran through what was on offer, picking up the culottes on the way. White. Fresh. Makes you almost believe in the summer.

I passed by more serious fashion shoppers: with bags, clothes and shoes to match who walked with sharp short steps across the tidy aisles. One of them said loudly, “Oh look at that, they're back!”

I looked up startled out of my revery, What? I thought, Where?

I looked about me suddenly acutely aware of my surroundings.

It stilled.

“Go on, then!” hissed a female voice unpleasantly, oops a snake in the grass person. I watched the drama unfold.

A man similar in looks to my ex-husband – the second one, darkly handsome, and sweating, crossed in front of me with his family. He'd gone for an older woman, and had a young girl in front of her. She had accusative eyes...

“Don't forget your lines,” came from behind them, it was the snake again, pure poison. “Get on with it!”

“I am getting on with it,” he hissed back, and he half turned to face me straight on.

“Come on family,” he said loudly, “That daft bat doesn't think we're good enough family for her…!”

I was speechless, he was a good match, to the time I'd last seen him. Only it wasn't him. He was far too short, and too fit. The woman was obviously much older – more my age or older even. The girl – well – she should have been at a school.

I almost asked him who he was, and why he would say such a thing, I moved towards him to do it.

'Just then a man's voice ran out, “ Move it W….. M…… ,” he' said, “She doesn't know who you are…!” I heard him say to the Snake,

“That's a close one, she nearly got him!”

The family clanged past the aisles behind them to get out of the way. I watched them go. They were actors. He confirmed it, saying, “I thought we did it very well, I didn't forget my lines this time.”

“Yes, yes,” hissed the snake in the grass person nastily, “Only she's supposed to be dead through the shame of all this… And all she's worried about is what on earth a Narthex is...”

I went on searching through the T-shirts happily, I'd decided not to care about people I didn't know. The Snake person was probably paying them anyway. She sounded like a vile person!

Ten happy minutes later I paid for the culottes and went off to do something else….

Anyone out there short of an strange family or an odd experience… or know why the Catholic Cathedral has a Narthex?

for everyone I found out,,,

look here...

http://www.sjbcathedral.org.uk/Narthex