Rufus1949
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Very sad to see, I'm sure, as you walk along. Some is self imposed, but worse when you are a victim of circumstances.That's sad Bob, but I guess it's at least a way to collect a few pennies. There's a huge homeless problem here, and all they can do is beg. I saw far fewer beggars in war-torn Lebanon 45 years ago, than I see on any given day in Leeds, and London is even worseTalking of which, I do hope that your daughter has settled in, and finding time to see the sights in our southern capital
After leaving Charlie, I went into town, as I needed to visit the post office. I don't know what's going on, but there have been long queues outside all week, with people going to the travel/foreign money exchange counterI really need to get a new compact camera, as I've noticed some focussing problems with the one I carry in my pocket (Canon SX620 HS)
I wasn't queuing, so I went into the market, across the road, to buy some bread. While I was waiting to be served, the two people in front of me each asked for a pistachio brownie, which sounded nice, so I scooped up the last oneI was going to have it after my lunch, but it had started raining heavily, so I headed to the Tunisian food stall instead
I'll have the brownie after my tea later
Thanks for remembering my daughter, Alex, Jack. She is of to parts unknown, so being a tourist will
have to wait.
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But I also have loads of water-bottles too Barrett 
(I was going to take a pic, but I couldn’t find the MSR bottle with all my camping stove/cookware stuff in the basement. Might be stashed in the garage somewhere.)
I have to go to a funeral, and I'm looking to it even less than usual. Frank, a friend and neighbour, passed, from cancer, a couple of weeks back, very sad, but fortunately he died in his sleep. He and his partner, Donna, only met in later life, never married, but were very close, a compact unit, who did everything together. Frank's death must have hit Donna very hard, but she's a tough cookie. I only met Tim, Frank's son, after Frank became ill, and after he passed, I e-mailed Tim some photos of his dad, and a few words that he'd asked for. I didn't receive a reply, but Donna gave me the funeral details the other day. There seems to be some tension between her and Frank's family, however, which I obviously don't want to get involved in. Frank was from Dublin, and his elderly siblings are too frail to make the trip over, and apart from myself, the only other invited guests from the street have excused themselves. With one exception. There's an old West Indian lady, who lives in the flats (apartments) across the road, with her adult son. She's always been a bit loopy, and she's now quite deaf, and in cognitive decline I would say. While I was speaking to Donna, on the pavement, outside her and Frank's house, the other day, having only just learned of the funeral, the old lady came out of her flat, and Donna went across to speak to her. I'm not sure she knew Frank particularly, but the next thing, I had been volunteered to take her "in your taxi", and the old dear was shouting over demands about what time I should pick her up, and in what manner! She's a nice old lady, but I don't even know her name, and apart from the fact that a taxi is a £50 round trip, I don't want to have to listen to her rantings, all the way there and back, or to have responsibility for her. Friends have suggested I feign sickness, particularly as I'm now having second thoughts about attending anyway, but I'm not going to lie, so I guess I'm saddled with the job. I'm not religious, but I would like to pay my respects quietly, without her. Anyway, sorry for the digression.
I like your pic, is that a Stanley flask on the right? 
