Monday , 25 June
Dolores and the stumpy, shouting turkish man are at the bench by the bus shelter, he shouting, she patly answering, sometimes more loudly, but mostly quiet.
Watch two pigeons, a female strutting along calmly, wandering side to side, followed by a cock, his tail featheres spread leka a brides trailing train behind him, following in her side to side movements. She takes to the air and flies away, he turns and flies off in another direction.
Dolores colleague goes away, she all smeiles, gives a greeting and says that she has found her purse in the car, under the seat as suggested . She is happy,she shows the hand made embroidery on the purse, says it was done by her mother. Dolores is happy today.
Good morning to the man with the bog cotton hair. The man with the crutches is back, he
has not been around for a very long time
The bus, be last to get on board. Pay the driver, pass through the town. At the railway station say the good mornings to the smoker, then go in and say good morning to the bald headed service man now in the cafe.
He puts on a large coffee, he is dealing with three or four customers at the same time.
The platforms seven and eight are progressing, but they are still a massive building site. Quite unusable.
The bicycle clip man is on the platform. He is a computer programmer, he has long hair. Wish him a good morning.
The train is on time today, it is full, there are people here with their holiday luggage.
There are no real baggage racks on these modern trains anymore, people just have to leave their suitcases on the seating.
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