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poliphilo ([personal profile] poliphilo) wrote2024-08-15 04:48 pm

I Walk With A Stick

 I was a bit staggery yesterday morning, it had worn off by the afternoon, but I thought I'd take a walking stick with me this morning, not because I needed it but in order to get used to carrying one in case I need it in future. 

We have a fine collection of sticks. I opted for a black malacca cane of my father's because it was the right height. It's a superior cane- as most things of my father's were- a little battered but with a silver band round the ferule. Proper hallmarked silver too. Before I take it out again I must give the band a polish....

The annual air show opened this afternoon and town was busy.  The Red Arrows flew over. I sat in the Meeting House and listened to them roar. A girl with two minders (how old was she? 20 perhaps) was sat on the bus having a very noisy panic attack. "This is a bad place! I need to feel safe!" The older, senior minder talked her down- calm, reassuring and firm- the voice of authority. It's always good to witness someone being good at their job. 

 Walking back from the bus stop, rapping the pavement with the unnecessary stick, I felt even more than I usually do that I was an actor playing the role of an old man....