Some Of The Things I See

Sometimes I stare out the lovely window and watch the Luggers chasing each other, while eating a chicken sandwich with mayo on it and a pile of vegetables.

When during the first week it did not rain, I was able to stare for ages at the "Island", and remember why it is that I keep coming back.

Every day I munch on delicious pastries without worrying about calories, because people who walk long distances don't believe in them. 

Most mornings I walk up to Carbis Bay where friends instantly put the kettle on so we can all have tea.

No matter where I go, the scenery is always breathtaking and never boring.

Sometimes I sit at my window eating a Cinnamon Bun like the ones in Oxford and London. My most fun thing to look at is the church where I will sing in the choir tomorrow.

People in Truro near the Cathedral took the time and money this year to fix up a block of flats that had seen better days. 

The reason I was in Truro today is that I needed to get makeup. Why did I run out of makeup so quickly as to need a makeup store after only one week? The truth is that I had put it off until we were inside the Cybertruck heading to the airport!

So I boarded the train today and enjoyed the rain-less ride to the cathedral city. The makeup store lady was quite exquisite when it came to finding what I needed. I needed quite a lot, and could just about see my husband at home watching his laptop as I made my purchases. Ka-ching! went the lap top. 

"Do you need anything else, Madam?" asked the makeup lady.

"Yes," I said, and then ka-ching! went the laptop again. I shall draw a veil over the next hour. (because did I mention needing shoes?)

When it became time to get back on the train, the conductor's voice rang out over the Station. He was dreadfully sorry that a tree had fallen onto the tracks, and we would not be going home any time soon. The announcer said that they 'might reimburse the passengers'. I had heard this before after sitting for hours on a dead train, and saw not one penny of reimbursing. 

The announcer said we could 'go down to the basement' to learn how to apply.

Not really wanting to see the basement, we sat around the railway station, wondering what would become of us. Doesn't it take a long time to move a tree? 

Eventually another announcement was made that caused the passengers to make a dash for the Penzance train. But I had dozed off! I very nearly missed the train! I would have missed it had not some kindly person shaken me gently by the shoulder and said, "Ah, Madam?" 

He said it in that kind, British, civilized BBC male voice, the type that makes you want instantly put the kettle on. 

"Your train, Madam," he said, and disappeared.

How come Americans never say "Ah, Madam" like that?

See you along the way!

the SconeLady