Friday 30 March 2012

203. Crinklies and waiting for God


Isn't weird that as you get older you expect less and less from life. Gone are the urges of the flesh, passion, the yearning for a quick fight or you just can’t wait to get back home and play with your latest bit of electronic wizardry.
Old folks are content to just sit, stare and chat while sat on park or promenade benches whether it is a seaside prom or a river embankment. The next time you walk along the Thames and particularly when in the towns along it’s length look for the occupiers of such benches and we bet that they are all old folks. Go into a local churchyard and you will find them also predominantly sitting on benches in the church, just getting a feel of the place before they go to dwell full-time there themselves.
When you see elderly folk benches along the River Thames engage them in conversation and you will find that they have got all the time in the world to chat.

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