Oh, for about 14 weeks now I’ve been thinking that I ought to blog but I just couldn’t summon up the effort. Should there be music or trumpets or at least a shower of butterflies hovering over the blog now? Had I been blogging I could have told you about meeting the man with the goat on a lead. I live in a suburban area, a posh suburban area and it’s not really the sort of place that you’d expect to see anyone walking around with a goat on a lead. I never knew people took goats on a lead anyway. Sadly I saw him only the once because he probably realised that the northern suburbs aren’t the place for a man and his goat. Maybe I should have made more of a fuss of them.
The orange blossom is starting to come out and the scent is olafactory romance. One moment you’re walking along yelling at the stupid traffic, the stupid drivers, the stupid roads, the stupid pavements and suddenly you catch the scent and it makes the day wonderful. Really it does, go out and catch the scent of some orange blossom and tell me that it doesn’t make the day better.
Yesterday I was walking along the stupid pavements that are cracked and broken and full of dogshit when I found my way blocked by a car that was parked across it. This happens so often that I just yell at the driver walk into the road and then carry on with my day muttering about stupid parking and stupid drivers. Just as I was about to yell at the driver I noticed that it was a very elderly lady and perhaps I shouldn’t yell at her just because she’d parked her car right across the pavement. That was when I realised that she hadn’t parked it but rather she’d crashed it. I thank the karma gods for ensuring that I didn’t scream at an elderly lady who’d just been in a traffic accident. Instead I got to scream at all the other drivers who screamed at her and me because we were creating a hold up on the road. Just another day in Athens.
If there were really karma gods the the man with the goat-on-a-lead would have appeared at that moment with wreaths of orange blossom.