Work. A good day, really busy but that was to be expected because of the football. All my regular customers except my Eeyore man, who only shops fortnightly.
I did see the grey haired guy who always used to shop with his wife, but last year she fell ill, and I have always asked how she is, sadly he told me she passed away on Thursday. I felt awful. He could hardly speak, and I didn't know what to say, except the obvious sorry. I was blinking back tears, myself, because he looked so lost. There is nothing you can do, not a word that you can say that will help. It's hard.
I served him the best I could, and he gave me a ghost of a smile, by the way of a thanks.
The thing is the day after that just chugged along as it always does, life as they say goes on...
We got into town ok, if a little later because the bus was picking loads of people up heading to town to watch the match.
I couldn't wait to leave the city centre. I don't feel safe anymore after a certain time, when there are large groups around. It no longer feels as safe as it used to. Possibly was never safe, but I think you notice it more the older you get. I know for certain that I would no longer want to go out in the city as we used to. During the day fine, but not later.
England lost the match by the way, just in case you've not been on the planet at all, not a shock, I don't actually think they ever will.
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