The day starts with rain, though it's not cold. By the time we leave to meet Margaret for coffee, it's stopped, and we end up with both umbrellas and sunglasses, ready for all eventualities. Margaret has already had, with another friend, two cups of Nescafé - her fluid maximum - but chats while we drink tea. Fortunately this week we remember M's Christmas card - her 49th she tells us.
J off to walk the beach while M and I walk down Kiteos St - she to the stationer's for puzzle books and I to the tourism office. I'm worried about her crossing busy streets, at 80 and blind in one eye. This is a country of shockigly bad driving - people backing out into traffic while talking on their mobiles and constantly running red lights. But I needn't have worried. She simply raises a hand to stop traffic so she can cross mid-block, and it works. "Yes, I was a policewoman."
J off to walk the beach while M and I walk down Kiteos St - she to the stationer's for puzzle books and I to the tourism office. I'm worried about her crossing busy streets, at 80 and blind in one eye. This is a country of shockigly bad driving - people backing out into traffic while talking on their mobiles and constantly running red lights. But I needn't have worried. She simply raises a hand to stop traffic so she can cross mid-block, and it works. "Yes, I was a policewoman."
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