People watching

I love summer evenings, when, after enjoying a meal we can stroll along the boardwalk, walking away the calories and savouring the sights and sounds of the neighbourhood. In some parts, life has spilled on to the pavements, music coming from cafes and restaurants, people sit outside drinking coffee, whiling away the hours, watching passers by. There are different types of passers by to be observed. Some who work the streets all night. (That is, garbage collectors and the like). Cars zoom by with the stereo volume turned up high, bearing number plates like, 'free spirit', 'fast cars rock' 'one night stand'.
Because Australians tend to live by the Coast or rivers, there is always the sound of the surf or a river view. Even the sound of the mobile phone is becoming the norm. People aren't usually phoning share holders and such, its generally friendly chit chat. For example, hello, I'm out to dinner just checking the kids are ok, or did we turn the gas off before we left? Ah! the wonders of modern technology, how did we survive without it?Someday I will write a book based only on these public mobile phone calls.
Sometimes there are family arguments which are hard to ignore as they waft across on the breeze from the river. I like too imagine that one day I will hear a conversation that is really worth eavesdropping for. For example, where are you now? were you seen? what did you do with the evidence? This is when I watch and try to remember faces, just in case I have to give testify in Court someday. Who know when my moment will arrive and I get to identify the chief suspect?
Usually, I just get to go home and sleep off the meal I have partake and the extra exercise Just being a part of the cosmopolitan crowd on a warm summer evening has been enough for me.

Meeting my life partner

It was a warm balmy English Summer's day. I stood at Victoria Railway Station in London looking rather perplexedly for a sign to point me in the right direction. Suddenly a young (not unattracive man) spoke to me. Now I had seen him pass me and then come back again. Oh he likes me I thought, I know his kind, I will give him short shrift. However he did point out that I was meant to be at Victoria Bus station and not the railway station. This was helpful to me as I was awaiting the arrival of friends from the bus station. I felt I owed him, so when he asked me to have a coffee with him while I waited, I deigned to accept.We whiled away a pleasant hour or two until my friends finally found us.The conversation then turned to where we were going to go next. I chose the movies and my new friend said, Oh I have always wanted to see that film ( nod nod wink wink thought I). The others chose to go elsewhere and I felt that as it was early afternoon I would probably be safe enough to go with this gentleman to the movies.At the end of the film we went out to dinner and then he took me home. Outside the house he asked me, 'May I kiss you goodnight or should we shake hands." Wow! I was won over but didnt want to appear to be too anxious so I held out my hand for him to shake.

I was staying at the time with my girl friend's parents and when they discoved I had a male friend they were most concerned that this little Australian girl had met a man in big bad London. Immeadiately they invited him home so they could check him out, lol.They loved him because he cried at sad movies and knew all the really old hymns. LOL He could have been an axe murderer but he won the Mother's heart so he was IN.Well that was 25 years ago and we are still dancing to the same tune,a little bit slower now tho.

glenni