Buses, agility, obedience, and a triathlon …. in The odd entries from life …….

Friday.

Granddad steps on the bus at the Park & Ride terminus, the bus-drive looks at his ticket and asked how old the two boy’s were, he said they were 4 and 6 – 6 is the last age a child can travel free; then the older boy piped up ‘Granddad I’m seven now’

On the bus out of Truro I noticed a pretty Asia girl trying to offer an older an empty seat, but he wasn’t keen to take the sit, a gesture that says I’m not old. She takes the sit with an expression of puzzle, the English don’t give up their seat to the older any more; and parents don’t tell the children to go this any more.

I’ve always offered my seat to older people, it was some thing we were told to do in the late 50’s and 60’s; a practise I don’t do quiet so often now as there fewer older people than me now! At the car park I see the short Asia girl walk to a car and get into the drivers seat, it seems she is not as youthful as she looks.

Once all the seats are taken, or if there were just a few left at the back, people gather at the front of the bus, to get them to move down the bus the driver has to stand-up tell them to move back. Mostly the driver doesn’t bother, then getting on or off it gets difficult, I wonder if you can get battery-powered cattle-prodder …….

Saturday morning.

A very quiet morning and a cool hazy start, I went down into Perranporth but parked in the back car-park, quiet there as well, very few cars there for the time which was half past ten; and by then it was a close hazy morning – I was wearing the wrong jacket! I had a parcel to post, then I walked past the charity shop and then I realized I hadn’t brought the bag of wool we have meant to take there last wee; just read the line – I’m puffing now!

The main street was empty of moving traffic; I could have parked there free today; a rear opportunity even in September. I did have to cross the road with care, tomorrow is the annual Triathlon and the keen sorts are about on the bikes, very serious young men looking strait ahead and pedalling as if it was tommorow! The Co-op was busy and the long Co-op lorry was parked in the entry road, and out on the road a similar lorry was unloading bread, I walked in passing the cars going in at out; 60p seems not a bad fee to be not involved …..

My girls out up on the meadow with Ziggy and Lola, with that and obedience class we shall have a quiet afternoon …

After obedience!

Going through Perranporth on our way to Newquay, it was only moderately busier, and going to Newquay was quite good save for one part, we had a tractor up front; a few minutes at fifteen miles per hour before it turned off!

Sunday.

I’ve just tapped out ‘S u n d a y’ as the minuet hand passed the hour, for an hour now the commentator down in Perranporth has been speaking to half of Cornwall, information for the athletes – where the water points are and other last minuet instructions, and for the less fit we were pointed to where we can get a bugger and coca! On the stroke 10 600 feet set of on Perranporth’s Triathlon, after that we had a quiet afternoon; almost as if Ziggy and Lola had gone to agility.

Mum was 88 today, I had a chat with my Sister tonight, they had seen her, our cards had arrived but Mum wasn’t sure what the cards were for; and who they were for. My Sister sorted things out, but Mum was keen to get to the dinning hall, saying her brother Eddy was organizing a party there, Uncle Eddy died thirty years ago; Sis just went with it – the best way I think.

And there we are for now ……

Last updated September 07, 2014