Popped in a corner shop near my girls' school for milk and a newspaper this morning. The shop owner S suddenly shove a box of Cadbury Roses into a plastic bag and said "I wanted to give you this before Christmas, but there were always other customers around and I missed a chance". I didn't know what to say. (Of course, I said "Thanks", though.) When I got home, I checked the best-before date on the box, which was October this year. Well, S should have kept it for Easter... (Don't get me wrong, I'm very very grateful!!)
Talking of kindness, now I started wondering if the old man who walks his dog near the school is doing OK. He was a complete stranger to me, but he stopped me and my girls outside the school ground in November and asked "Are you the wife of a man who passed away recently? Sorry to hear the news". I don't think such a thing happens in the place I was brought up. Since then, we wave or say "Hello", or we do 30-second non-important chats whenever we see each other in the street. I haven't seen him for quite a long time. I don't know his name, where he lives, etc. So, no chance of me finding out about him.
Now, the problem is, I can't get rid of chocolates in this house. Since November last year, there have been some boxes/tins of chocolates sitting in the kitchen, screaming "Eat me! Eat me!" I didn't buy them, my girls didn't buy them, we eat every single one of them. But they just keep coming inside my house. Well, it's better than moaning about cockroaches or rats coming in, isn't it? At least I can smile about this.
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