I’m just back from the village.
I didn’t feel like going as I am tired and loving the comfort of the armchair. However, Herself needed some stuff from the pharmacy and we’re running low on milk so off I went. I pondered on the possibility of a coffee in the coffee shop.
I changed my mind though fairly quickly.
You see, as I passed the coffee shop on the way down I saw the Merry Widow was there.
The Merry Widow is a lovely person. She is of my generation and we probably have a lot in common including the fact that we’re both local. She is very friendly. And therein lies the rub.
She’s a bit too friendly.
And she talks. And talks. And talks. Talk about talking the hind legs off a donkey! She would batter the ears off you.
I am a quiet person by nature. I am very happy to sit and watch the world go by. My pal Dave who usually joins me for a smoke and a mug is a quiet fellow too. We chat quietly and leave silences. We have a laugh or a gripe and it’s very pleasant. But the Merry Widow picks on a topic and she’s off – talking non-stop and interjecting with side topics before returning to the main subject.
I have taken to avoiding her when possible. She usually ambushes me though by appearing after I have already taken a seat. I have taken to changing the time or even the day when I drop down just in case she has discovered a pattern. I don’t like myself for that.
But I do enjoy silence.