It's not all and gloom out there...
Last weekend I went to see my sister in law who lives in a fairly concentrated area (think inner city) and is unfortunate enough to live very close to a high street.
Anyway, when I went out in the morning for my habitual constitutional I was intrigued to see a fairly long line of people waiting patiently to get into on of the shops.
Intrigued I made enquiries as to what could necessitate such a line of people waiting on a not a particular sunny Sunday morning.
I was delighted to see that the people were waiting to get into a new haberdashery where woman can acquire sewing implements, zippers, buttons and other requirements that allow one to discharge oneself in their duties to ones household.
My delight was heightened by the fact that despite my sister in law being forced to live in an area that could be characterised as "slovenly" there were about twenty people all waiting for this new shop to open.
And then when I recalled that previously, the shop that existed there was a tattoo parlour, I was all of sudden optimistic for this countries future.
I suddenly remembered that formerly, the people lounging around the tattoo parlour were the diametrical opposite of those waiting around outside the haberdashery. None of those waiting to get in the new haberdashery were uncouth looking, dressed in dark colours and there was certainly no fidgeting, spitting or swearing. Instead the ladies I saw waiting (both young and old alike) were serene, patient and it was obvious for all to see that they were much better brought up than their branded counterparts.
So there is hope out there, it's not all doom and gloom.
Anyway, when I went out in the morning for my habitual constitutional I was intrigued to see a fairly long line of people waiting patiently to get into on of the shops.
Intrigued I made enquiries as to what could necessitate such a line of people waiting on a not a particular sunny Sunday morning.
I was delighted to see that the people were waiting to get into a new haberdashery where woman can acquire sewing implements, zippers, buttons and other requirements that allow one to discharge oneself in their duties to ones household.
My delight was heightened by the fact that despite my sister in law being forced to live in an area that could be characterised as "slovenly" there were about twenty people all waiting for this new shop to open.
And then when I recalled that previously, the shop that existed there was a tattoo parlour, I was all of sudden optimistic for this countries future.
I suddenly remembered that formerly, the people lounging around the tattoo parlour were the diametrical opposite of those waiting around outside the haberdashery. None of those waiting to get in the new haberdashery were uncouth looking, dressed in dark colours and there was certainly no fidgeting, spitting or swearing. Instead the ladies I saw waiting (both young and old alike) were serene, patient and it was obvious for all to see that they were much better brought up than their branded counterparts.
So there is hope out there, it's not all doom and gloom.
