Observations from a place some call rough:

* Everyone chats, i mean….Everyone. Couldn’t even get five paces down the first street without exchanging chit chat. Love it.

* People who speak English as a second or third language appeared to be out in force today, clearing up the pavement outside their own homes and sweeping up and binning the leaves further  on down the road.

* Houses and their tiny gardens/ yards/ ginnels are getting smartened up. Seriously so.

* No one verbally harasses folk round there any more. It makes a lovely, fabulous, gloriously wonderful change and one that was celebrated with a nice cup of tea when i got home.

*  Being able to buy a book for 25p is great, esp when there’s heaps of choice.

* Official street sweepers are good to see once more.

* So are official folk clearing up flytipping.

 

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sitting in the sunshine

Child upside down and hanging off the end of a bench. Sworn enemy of the last ten minutes races towards child (not exactly known for keeping his temper) who absent-mindedly hauls himself back onto the bench and sits,braced and waiting for impact.

But both children suddenly sit on the bench together and tip their heads up into the sunshine. First child turns to self propelled rocket child and gently touches his face.

 

Usual play resumes and they both catapult off in opposite directions.

 

 

 

Today was a GOOD day. A happy day. A day for rejoicing.

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