Saturday

I dragged back the aged curtains early this morning, then obviously washed my hands, noticing how the Saturday outlook is so different from the week day outlook.  For a start there is a lack of individuals heading to a workplace.  Certainly some drag their weary bodies along happy to spend half the day at a Sainsburys checkout, or in a shop dealing with the joy of meeting the public.  Most who pass by, if they are not walking the dog through the rain, rain that the dog does not notice and wags the tail happily as if he is on holiday in Greece or the like, most are heading into the 'public in shops' position, unaware of the understandable reaction of the shop staff.  Traffic is lighter early on, the supermarket crowd not yet got into the car, and a few rain drenching the brollys, carried by women fussing about their hair attempt to fill the gaps in the pavements.

Everywhere breakfasts for those unemployed for the weekend, unless she thinks different, are being taken.  Bacon, eggs, porridge, bread, rolls, and left over nans may be eaten.  What the children are eating when mum is not looking can only be guessed at.  

The local market attempts to work in the rain, the few stalls often hidden under sheets which kind of defeats the purpose of an outside stall in my view.  Shops are open, cars fill the car parks but few walk the streets unless they have to.  The rain that keeps on giving, and will for another week or two continue to give, makes me wonder whether the Atlantic has enough water left to continue giving.  We will find out soon.  

Lucky brave people will attend football up and down the land, unless rain waterlogs the pitches, some will waste time watching rugby, just what are those strips Scotland wear?  Who decided on these?  Are they colour blind or just blind?  I'm glad I don't watch rugby, like normal people I watch the football on the tv.  That was Ok, though at lunchtime I managed to sleep through part of it!  

This is what Saturday is for, shopping, getting out and about, football somewhere, meeting friends, visiting a place, or taking it easy, getting away from work stress and trying to have time for the self.

In most places what are called 'hospitality' areas will be bouncing.  Pubs, that is.  I'm glad I am not there.  It's all too much energy for me.  If I were rich I would buy a car, drive to the coast, and sit watching the sea, just like all those old people do.  I miss the sea, invigorating and interesting, but windy and chilly.  That is exciting enough for me when there is not football.    

Now outside, a car slowly passes by, great silence is left behind.  At this time all is quiet, later the boy racers will pass by, some chased by blue lights, other just racing themselves while on drugs.  I will be far from that, as will most of the town.  Saturday is over, a new day awaits.