village life

i am living in a toy town. at first it appears similar to dulwich...feel hives appearing...but here there are no pert mums with prams ready to run you down at the slightest excuse. people here are a lot older, and it seems a little less pertness means you can be a little more friendly.

i'm getting used to the village strip; there is a great yiros place (seriously good) and if you go in during the day you might have a bit of a rave about tennis and life with the round bald greek man; there is a local and if you go in during the afternoon you might find a quiet spot and have a beer and do the crossword; there is an overpriced, understocked supermarket in dulwich style, but it's just around the corner so you might find your apricot juice or some milk and you can always get out of there quick; and there is a newsagency where no matter when you go in there are two men behind the counter and no one else in the shop and they will stare you down and you'll feel shifty and 13 again even tho all you want is a pen and that crossword.

i'm surprised, but i am quite enjoying floating through.

he settles into the sunniest patch of the backyard every morning. and later, vanishes.