Went for a walk along the beachfront this morning, before the SHG came in. It really was a beautiful morning. As I was walking, I caught the eye of that dishevelled homeless lady, so I smiled and waved and said hello. She beamed back at me. I’m having trouble getting her out of my head.
Then, this afternoon I get another call from Cousin Liz. She was going on about how there was this bloke at the shops yesterday, and she was saying how assured and confident he was and how affluent he appeared, as though that was a bad thing. For some reason, he really got up her nose. I’m starting to think she’s jealous of men who are like the way she says she’d like women to be. I wish she wouldn’t ring me so often. I’d never admit it to her, as, like most of us, I don’t want to ruffle the sisterhood’s feathers, but I think a lot of her prejudices represent the opposite of reality. Maybe it’s time I got the courage to come out of the safety of my cocoon and say what I think. Probably not worth it, though.