Day 157 – Week 23 – 23 mins

I was a little later getting out to my little park this morning – it was about half past seven before I trundled down the stairs and out onto the street.

It appears that is the time that all sorts of action starts in my neck of the woods. Not only did I have the odd left-over drinker from the night before sitting on a park bench, I also had a whole team of park cleaneruppers  and a couple of people reading their morning newspapers.  You need to understand – this park is not big – and while a few people floating around in a normal sized park would hardly be noticeable, here, it feels like someone you don’t know is sitting in your living room.

Nevertheless, I gave them all a smile as I jogged past, and carried on. Of course, the great joy of not speaking the language is that if they did mutter anything uncomplimentary under their breath, then I wouldn’t have understood it anyway.

Suzi