Last Monday, linking to my Outside Broadcast from Nailsea Thought for the Day, presenter Steve asked me to paint a picture of what I could see. I explained I was in a shop selling local art and ceramics, looking across at the queue for the Post Office and a not yet open bank. It was true and the best I could do at the time.
I could have said:
Morning Steve,
I am here in a shop window in Nailsea looking across at a shrine to brutalism, a concrete 1970s shopping centre which nobody much likes. The queue for the Post Office, average age deceased, began at 8.20 and has now grown to six ladies with shopping trolleys. I expect one of them is called Ivy. Tumbleweed doesn't grow here anymore.
I love my town but it has a face only a mother could love.
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Hi, Steve,
I ran across your blog while I was trying to find mine--couldn't remember the URL. We have a keyword in common: Godstuff. I find I have just written in mine for the first time in an entire year. I am going to resurrect it.
I think I will enjoy your blog. I've read your last three entries. I will have to look up Nailsea on a map. It sounds a bit like my small town in Texas.
Blessings--Judy Callarman
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