Things just happen to me!

Things just happen to me! 

I had just popped into the Co-op in Ferring village for some yogurt, and had collected the few bits I wanted at the dairy section that was at the end of the first aisle. I turned to go round the corner and at the same time as another lady almost walked into me coming back the other way. I stepped back to allow her to pass, but then a man walked right into me from behind me, I turned and stopped waiting for both on them to pass. The woman turned back the way she had come and walked away but the man stood looking into my face and then asked “Are you alright…You’re looking at me in a funny way”. He still stood right in front of me, in my space. I smiled and said, “I thought for a moment that you were going to ask me to dance”. He replied that he wasn’t much of a dancer and that I might find him a bit rock n roll, but then added “I’ll give it ago though if you like”. He spread his arms into a ‘Strictly’ dance hold. I turned to go and he stopped me gently and said, “Can you dance”? “Better than you dear I suspect” I said turning away “But thank you for asking”. 

A few moments later when I arrived at the check out I noticed the woman I had seen earlier, she was fiddling in her purse, and had dropped a glove. I bent down and picked it up for her. “Oh, thank you so much” she said and continued “I wouldn’t have been able to get down there to pick it up myself”.

I smiled and took a good look at her while she paid for her shopping; she looked at least thirty years younger than me. As she stepped away, she dropped a glove again, turned and looked at me pleadingly. Again I bent and picked it up and handed the glove to her. She repeated the story that she could not have done that. She looked perfectly fit to me, and as she walked away, I began to wonder if I was on Candid Camera.

 

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Cycle of Storms 

One after another they roughly the shoreline hit

Lasting almost two days then easing off for a bit

Then the next one comes in and strikes again as hard

Afterward with fallen trees and tiles the land is scarred

Flood water damage left behind with bits of floating debris

Brought menacingly in by another screaming banshee

Then follows a day that is still with sky of palest blue

But soggy dampness underfoot with mud upon the shoe

A heavy band of killer storms the weather girl relates

And each one is second hand from the United States

A strong November storm is something we Brits expect

And then again in March maybe another will hit us direct

Yet at a rate of twice a week they presently are blowing

A severe change in global weather cycles clearly showing

Have we brought this upon our selves with selfish ways?

‘The end is nigh’,  the doomsday preacher’s echo prays