An urge? Desire? Just a feeling really,
To have a rocker on the porch, sit and slowly drink a pint or three of pear cider and watch the world, and his dog, go by. Only, in my world, you wouldn't want to do that. Oh it's not such a bad area I suppose with many of the social problems imagined and/or exaggerated but my porch, if had one, certainly wouldn't be a place for sitting.
And I find myself having leanings, does that sound right?, toward a coffee morning that takes place at my local "church on the square" every Saturday, 10.00. 'til 12.00. apparently, but that's more out of curiosity really, curious about the types who organise and run these functions, and a genuine willingness to make a contribution in some way. I often imagine myself circulating with the minions, oh god that sounds awful, armed with pen and notebook, with a view to attempting some kind of written account y'know? Oh dear, I'm not getting old, I am old.
I think I'd like to have a kind of "fly on the wall presence" at one of those gatherings but it's simply isn't possible, Saturday is shopping day.