Not quite so boring today . . . considering nothing ever seems to happen at weekends; except the whole world seems to ‘slow down’ slightly from the usual turmoil (unless you work nights, of course!).
Had to take the usual 7 minutes walk or so into the ‘town’; mainly to get some provisions and to stock up on essential things like milk. (Well, you can’t just offer guests ‘black tea’ can you?!).
I did take a slight detour to see what had happened to a nearby pub. Last time I passed it, there was scaffolding outside and it was obvious the whole place was being ‘re-modernised’. I wasn’t mistaken, it had been – or was in the process of being. Peering through one of the ‘white-washed windows’, it was apparent that the place had changed beyond familiar recognition. The old bar had gone, or was in the process of being moved.
I wondered just how many memories had gone with it? Or at least, would be when the place was fully developed.
I went home, tired but almost exhilarated. The past is sometimes something that you cannot take away; it always seems to remain with its memories.