Got quite a shock this morning. I'm not at liberty to divulge details of that in particular, because it's been explained to me that I must self-censor myself always in my "free speech" here. All I'll say is, in one particular part of the world, I am disliked intently by several people. Nothing new there then. As I see it, the situation is of black and white simplicity. I avoid communicating with them entirely. Something I am well accustomed to in my life. Spending most of one's time alone is preferable to communicating with some people. People one has nothing in common with, people who don't want to take an interest - but thrust upon others their lives - and people who seemingly only ever want to either patronize or argue - people who dislike you intently - are not worth communicating with, in my book. I have absolutely no desire to communicate with these people at all now and even if my "freedom of speech" has gone here and you must now receive a self-censored diary and no longer the-whole-truth-and-nothing-but-the-truth of my life, I shall still be here with the sanitized version because I value the friendship of hundreds of friends who join me here regularly to share my life, take an interest and even leave encouragment and love in comments (I read them all, thank you!). I completely refuse to cut the lines of communication I have online with hundreds of valued friends found here/online since the year 2000 by privatising this diary completely now to please just a few people who object to it.
A little girl. About 3 years old. Sitting next to me on the bus home from work. She had pretty mousey-blonde hair, tied back neatly, pink boots, pink trousers with a cartoon character motif on and a smart pink coat on. We sat together on the two side seats near the front door. We struck up a conversation because of the three bulging, heavy bags just picked up from Marks and Spencer food hall at quarter past 5 this evening that I'd placed between us both. Difficult to understand some of her words, because at that young age, it's often only Mum that can fully understand them. :) Plus the bus enging was very loud, drowning her words out a bit. Her mum looked on from a nearby seat. She was on her mobile phone, reading texts by the look of it but keeping an eye on her baby in the pushchair and her lovely daughter sitting next to me. My companion asked me if I would like to have her bus tickets, announcing that one was big and one was small. I told her it was kind of her to offer but I had my own and she could take good care of her tickets. She asked to see my Megarider ticket, which she did. We chatted on about all sorts of things. Her pretty, colourful trousers, pictures, play school, drawing, painting and even the contents of the shopping bags. I showed her the nuts, fruit bars, fruit salad etc. etc. that were near the top of the opening carrier bags. She announced to me that she can't have nuts. I said that's right, because she was small she had to wait a long time before it was safe for her to eat nuts. She was so charming and intelligent and reminded me very much of my Dee at that age. Dee used to strike up conversations with fellow travellers in exactly the same way. She surprised me just how much I enjoyed making conversation with her, asking her interesting questions. She brought out the best in me. In our short 10 minute drive we had made friends, having a very animated and interesting conversation indeed. As I picked up the three heavy bags to alight, I said to my new friend that I was very pleased to meet her, that I'd enjoyed our chat and I hoped I would see her again soon. She didn't take much notice, she was intent on making sure I didn't forget any of my shopping. A sweet, clever little lady I'd *love* to meet again and chat with.
Sat up with my laptop until late evening - about 10ish - saw Macca on The Brit Awards. It's so obvious that Paul's not on tour. His voice gets special treatment and even a voice coach I think. But when Paul's not on tour, he doesn't take these measures to ensure his voice is good on stage and it showed last night. I thought Paul's voice was poor. The music - as ever - was great. Those lads he played with couldn't lift Paul's poor vocal performance though and I must say I felt rather disappointed. It *was* good to see Paul enjoying the music though. Cringe time when Paul announced during Hey Jude that the audience was "sweet tonight" again. Please, next time, say something different Paul. This is getting like the "Scrambled Eggs" story. Old and stale. We still love ya though Paul. Loved the small venue gigs recently and hope for more. In the UK. When your private life is saw-id.
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