To the north of me are about two dozen people sitting or lying together on the ground, young men and women in their 20s or 30s, and dressed in bright colours, red, yellow, green, white, magenta - and nearly all in blue jeans. The only one who stands is in a pale fawn t-shirt. None have brought children. I suppose they are together just for pleasure, not any sort of duty, but in a few years most of them will be devoted to child care and they may never meet again so freely in such a large number and just for enjoyment.
Link to Uncle Evan Jacob's posthumous précis of 'the internet and everyone'. I had to ask a person passing how to spell 'posthumous'. He said yes, it ends in 'ous', 'that looks right... I could see he was imagining the look of the word in the air before him.
Then a man came by with two noisy sheepdogs for which he apologised but did not curtail their noisiness. He told me the dogs are Welsh and he has lived near Lampeter and in other parts of Wales. My mother worked in a bank in Lampeter in The Great War, as they used to call it. It was a new thing for women to work in banks while the men were in the army.
Yes, my doubts are receding and i am feeling at home here already!
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