Well, anyway, never mind about that.
Early one morning, few weeks ago, I was making my home way from work, heading for my bus stop and I could see a cyclist peddling towards me so as she, this one just happened to be a young woman, got within a yards of me I stepped aside for my own safety and as I did so she smiled and said "good morning". Her way of saying thank you I suppose. I responded with same, don't know if she'd heard me and really didn't care to be honest.
She has come cycling by me a few times now since I first saw her and every time she beams me this wide smile and greets me with a cheery "good morning". She is, I would estimate, in her mid to late twenties, thirty perhaps? And now I look forward to seeing her, she brightens up my day. If this is what growing old is about I like it.
Life's little pleasures eh?