Sunday Ritual

This is my very civilised start to Sunday . I was early and waiting for one Merry Widow to arrive, the second one being elsewhere. Despite the title of the book, I am finding it a riveting read and a welcome change from some of my proscribed book group reads.

We were comfortably settled when the waiter came to our table with a mobile in his hand saying someone wanting to speak to me. He said it was ‘Val’s daughter’ and it took a few moments to work out that my Merry Widow (Val) had failed to text her daughter earlier to say she was alive and kicking and the daughter was worried enough to phone me at Söderberg knowing that is where her mother should be today. Much apologising on the Merry Widow’s part  but a delight in knowing that her system of communication about her daily well being was working.

After lunch I had a walk to buy some batteries for a head torch I keep in case of a power cut . It was working erratically and when opened up, I discovered the batteries had corroded and leaked on to the terminals. I cleaned it up, put in new batteries and lo and behold it will be very useful…….. if I can find it in the dark.
 
My journey home was diverted when I heard a lot of shouting and came up a fairly small but vociferous gathering of Syrians waving flags. I can but hope that the new rebels form a government that allows women like the ones gathered in the group to have a voice and an education - a life in fact.