Today I put in a burst of activity as the last time before the Chemo kicks in and I feel furious ambitions to sleep. First I paid the customary visit to the Flea Market, here seen from the far end from which, for reasons unknown, I never normally take a picture:
Then on to the Chinese Shop. Some of the combined loot is shown here:
There was an amusing, if infuriating at the time, incident at the mini-mall where the Chinese shop is situated. Coming from the Flea Market, the nearest entry was at the opposite end. I looked for any trace of a ‘No Entry’ or ‘One Way’. None. Reassured, I started driving in. I was promptly blocked by an individual in a wheelchair, at whom I hooted furiously. By now, my car’s rear end was obstructing traffic. Then another individual came to the window and said this was a no entry. My requests to let me in anyway, out of consideration to the other motorists, fell on deaf ears and he stopped the traffic in the road itself so that I could reverse and pull out.
Then came the fury-maker. This whipper-snapper said, ‘You too old to drive.’
Seeing lots of red, I extricated the car and went to the entrance on the other side. Then I found parking and started walking purposefully in the direction of the ‘Exit’. Once there, I checked again for any sort of signage or lines prohibiting entrance. None. Then I asked a new guard at the gate where my wheelchair friend and his partner in insult were.
The response cracked me up.
‘They see you come. They run away.’
Oh, by the way. The Enid Blyton book I had been seeking at the Library, leaving strict instructions to notify me if it surfaced, was found in its proper place by a proactive Rhiannon today. She grabbed it, and I read the first two chapters to a highly appreciative audience this afternoon.
© December 2019 Colonialist
It looks like a great flea market.
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It is, indeed, a particularly good one with lots of variety.
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Al troos wat mens het vir sulke beledigings, is die wete dat daardie uilskuiken ook eendag “oud” sal word.
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Ek is oud maar slim.. Hy is taamlik jonk maar dom.
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😀
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Bullies and cowards are going to run away every time! Well done, sir. 😀 … hope the chemo doesn’t lay you too low for too long or too uncomfortably.
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Hehehehe oudword is nie vir sissies nie! Sterkte vir jou die week! ❤
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Sounds very frustrating! I have always loved Enid Blyton, I wanted to be one of the Famous Five, my cousin and I used to act out the stories and take on a couple of parts each.
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I find that I am still thoroughly enjoying the first story with George being George-ish and Timothy introduced.
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Mense kan so ongeskik wees! Ek hoop jy het darem die res van die dag geniet.
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Ek het. Dit het my ‘n goeie lag gegee toe hulle gevlug het.
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Dit wys hulle weet hulle was verkeerd!
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Asook dat hulle my te ver gestoot het!
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So frantic an activity, it passes in a flurry of fury, too fast for the human eye!
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And I do believe in constructing straw by solar energy!
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That could be it. Or maybe I hadn’t loaded the content successfully?
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ha!
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Er …. is there something missing on the post, Col?
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Whatever gives you that idea? It gives scope for endless imagination . . .
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