It must be something about me. I bring out the polite in people. It's obviously the worn and haggard looks, as well as the walking stick. Walking pole that is. I know London etiquette of course, don't catch anyone's eye and if you do gaze vacantly as your glance sweeps past so you don't seem to have done it on purpose, and while it's quite all right to hold a door open or say a word of thanks, that's about the limit for normal purposes.
Not only have I had several people offer verbal assistance, one apologised for taking a seat ahead of me, not having noticed me (and there were two seats, he didn't even pinch the one I wanted) and the assistant in Starbucks told me to sit down and he'd bring my coffee. Yes, really. And then, I was waiting at a bus stop, and there were quite a lot of people as it was rush hour, and a chap walked along in a suit jacket and, I thought in a bemused glance, black tights When he stopped and joined the cluster of people waiting for buses. I stole another look and it was leggings, with stirrups (is that what they're called, the little straps going under your feet, my mind is a bit blank), which was almost as bad. He was older than I am, with skinny legs and it was so not a good thing to see, Anyway, the young man next to me murmured "remarkable" and grinned at me. "I shouldn't have looked, really" I murmured back. He must have seen the sweep of my eye and the twitch of my lip, but all the same, quite unexpected.
Mind you, on the bus the person behind me got up (I wasn't able to get a seat at first, then did) to let an elderly man sit down, so it's not just me people are kind to.
The day went well, I did the measuring up etc that I needed to - I do love those flats, it's such a lovely situation where they are. I called in the pub to say hello and beetled off to the British Museum. During the afternoon, I realised I'd left my phone behind and had to trail back again which was a bit stupid, but ho hum. As a result, I didn't go to a second exhibition, but mooched around a bookshop for a bit until closing time, then went for coffee before going back to Liverpool Street.
The Sage had good news during the day, of someone who is interested in selling part of his collection of china next year via us, so he phoned me to tell me about it. I dripped Polyfilla gently over the floor while we enthused together and had to clean up. I was highly gratified to see how clean and cared-for both flats are, I'm really lucky with the present tenants and hope they will stay for a long time.
I bought a smoked salmon salad, fruit salad and red wine at M&S to eat for supper on the train and Dilly was waiting for me at the station.