Imagine being lost and alone in a world of giant creatures. You wind up being left to view your misery from the dubious security of a graveyard bench. Then, suddenly, with a random act of kindness from a stranger, the faint glimmer of joy starts to return. The smile reappears on your face.
I’m writing about the pixie that was still seated on the bench this morning when I went to the market. But, today, the pixie was happy. Some kind stranger had left a sweet for him. He hadn’t unwrapped it yet. I guess he was waiting for a bit, merely savouring the sweet kindness before savouring the sweet sugar.
In a way, I savoured the market in pretty much the same way. I didn’t need a lot this week but didn’t want to not go. Besides, it was my second last opportunity before we return to Trosa.
Mind you, I did skip by the fishmonger. With me heading to London tomorrow and then Mirinda heading there for a few days next week, I won’t need any fish. I guess I could have bought and frozen some but, really, it’s better fresh. And I am trying to get rid of the food we already have in the house.
So it was a light trolley load I wheeled back, bidding a bright good morning to others heading for the market and a cheery farewell to the pixie, who I hoped would find his way home before too long.
The rest of the day was, basically, spent in the administration and finalisation of the various affairs we’ve been working on over the last three months. In effect, it’s the usual race for the rapidly approaching finish line.
