Hard to believe that it is only April, with the glorious weather we have today, and that we are in the same month as yesterday!

I had an easy morning, which was nice, seemed longer, as I had got up early, as usual

I had a bagel for breakfast, and listened to some Bill Evans, having being bought a dozen albums on CD for my birthday, while I ate an apple, and read the online news. I cleared off last night's dishes, and noticed I was nearly out of washing-up liquid, so after having some bruschetta, and an eccles cake, for lunch, I decided to go into town.
The squirrels are getting frisky on my street, chasing each other round the trees, and the birds are starting to build nests. Spring is definitely here, and some of my neighbours are showing themselves for the first time since last summer!
My elderly neighbour Bridget was sat out in her garden, with her daughter, so I called round to see if she needed anything from town, then walked down the road talking to a feller from Kenya, where, coincidentally, Bridget and her husband, John, taught English in the early 1960's.
I arrived at the bus-stop just in time to hop on a bus, and got off close to the market, calling in at a shop to get my washing-up liquid, before going into the market for a few other things. The city centre didn't seem different to any other Saturday, but later, there'll probably be even more boozing than usual going on
I bought some dried Turkish figs, and some roasted cashew nuts from the nut stall, and some breadcakes and hot-cross buns from the bread stall. I saw some nice-looking English new potatoes on the fruit & veg stall next door, and bought some, together with a well-priced punnet of raspberries. I chatted to a few of the stall holders, both inside and out, and then managed to jump straight on a bus home. My neighbour Frank was at the bus-stop when I got off. He's originally from Dublin, but moved onto my street in the 1970's. I walked up the road, in the sunshine, seeing my mate, Carlton, who lives across the road, with his Turkish wife, and stopping for a chat with Rasta Steve, who was out digging his garden. The kids next door were bouncing up and down on their trampoline like jumping beans

My gardeners turned up next, which surprised me, as I'd expected them to take the day off, and a friendly Amazon delivery driver, who was also enjoying the sunshine. Good weather is always a good lubricant for conversation here!
