Traveller's Rest

On the way home from what used to be a short trip to the shops but is now a marathon I frequently rest on a seat in the sun. I am a great people watcher! I caught it from my mother-in-law. I used to drive her to Hythe for coffee and then we would sit in the car on the sea front criticising the fashion sense of the passers by.
This particular seat is a favourite with young mums who stop to have a crafty fag. One young man sat down beside me and actually asked me if I minded if he smoked. I wonder if I will die from passive smoking. However I don't mean to mock the younger generation. My grandchildren and their friends are delightful company and very forbearing of a garrulous old dear. I have to cross two quite tricky roads to get home. Near one crossing there is a seat where an oddly assorted bunch of characters sit with their cans of beer, their fags and their dogs. If they catch my eye they are always polite and say "Good morning, Ma'am." One day when I was waiting for a gap in the traffic so as to cross safely one of this fraternity, a rather untidy young man, went out in to the middle of the road to stop the traffic and said encouragingly "Come on, Ma, you can cross now." Never judge a sausage by its skin.