I've just finished re-reading all the Harry Potter books. Phew, long but really good.
My Neighbour, the retired Teacher, did something really nice for me. At her church a man has been cleaning out his house to move to a small bungalow following the death 2 years ago of his Wife.
Long story short, I had said on one of the days that she had invited me in for a cup of tea, that it wasnt worth fixing my bicycle as the parts and labour would have cost more than a new bike.
He had told her, his garage was full to the top and in there, there were bikes! And that he was going to leave them against the hedge for people to help themselves to.
Last night she arrived at my front door, breathing huge plumes of smokey looking breath. And there poking out of the back of her Golf, was a bike. It is older than me and the tyres have perished. But its a beauty. Shiny black frame with just 2 tiny spots of rust on the handle bars.
So so happy.
I will walk around to his house and thank him later.
Not only am I talked about as the one who gardens in the wee hours of the morning, but I have also been spotted by a little old couple, who used to look out the window and watch the world go by. And the world some mornings was me, hurtling by to the train station on my bike.
Today is a good day.
Today has a little magic.