There is no joy in staying at home any more, and yet that is what will be demanded as of the end of next month. Six weeks, and then that will be it. Out of work. Life will have to be redefined as a pensioner.
In the park today watch the old people and the younger ones, and the families with their children. The old ones, the old age pensioners, are just dragging along. The children are enjoying life, as they should.
A boy calls the rheas in the enclosure flamingos. Point out to him that they are actually known as Nandus, but he just says that they look like flamingos.
Apart from the beaks, the wings, the colouring and the legs, and the inability to fly, he probably has a point. Who cares about details. His mother smiles. Later on she will run up and say" What were those birds called again?"
After the long climb up the hill, rest sitting on a park bench and allow the pulse rate to subside and the breath to calm. A little girl in a bright winter outfit rushes by and smiles. Say hello, and let her pass. Five minutes later, she rushes by again, pauses to say hello and smile and runs on. The father of the girl is following her, he smiles and says that he has to do another circuit, she demands it.
And then take a walk doen to the bottom of the hill, back to the town.
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