I walked down to the Re Store to get some free range eggs. When I got back, I met an elderly lady in the lift with whom I have a nodding acquaintance. She told me she had just taken delivery of a new piece of jarrah furniture. Did I want to have a look? I thought I would; I knew a little about her and she’s had an interesting life. So I went to her flat and had a glass of water with her and she showed me some of her personal memorabilia.
Walking around the kitchen she went to put the eggs in the fridge; I said, ‘oh, don’t worry about that, they’ll be fine out of the fridge’. She said ‘that’s very kind of you. What a thoughtful thing to do’. So the eggs became a gift. Thoughtful of me, huh?
I think I’ll file this post under ‘Uncategorized’. Not in a basket.