Just a quickie

To let you know that Bill’s okay! It was pouring with rain yesterday morning when I saw him at the top of my road so I dashed up and we nudged umbrellas.
‘Don’t nag’ he said grinning from ear to ear!
‘You look well dear,’
‘Yes I called the doctor after I saw you last time, managed to get a cancellation. I’ve been on loads of tablets.’
I laughed, ‘So you’re better then? You look good.’
‘I haven’t felt this well for ages but now my (lady)friend has got it.’
‘Has she been to the docs?’
‘No she won’t go.’
‘Not another stubborn one!She’d rather be ill too would she? What do you think doctors are for? Well I’m glad you got some sense in your head at least’ If that sounds harsh it wasn’t, we were bantering and he loves it. We chatted for a few more minutes and then I told him go on home out of the rain and stay out of trouble. Laughing, he pootled off, shouting out ‘You’re looking lovely today.’
‘And it’s nice to see you looking so well, take care’ I said.
Bill looked completely different to when I last saw him all drawn and stooped. His face was plump and the sparkle was back in his eyes, I’m so pleased!

Wondering about Bill

At the top of my road on my way to work this morning, I spotted Bill, he’s a lovely old guy who I told you about here https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2012/03/19/a-contrast-of-elderly-men/  and here https://lucidgypsy.wordpress.com/2013/01/12/january-small-stone-twelve/

Once again I hadn’t seen him for a couple of weeks and I dashed up to him with a smile.

‘How are you, it’s lovely to see you?’ then up close I noticed his face, and knew he wasn’t well.

‘Not too good’ he said, ‘I’ve been coughing all night and sick with my stomach as well.’ He looked grey and didn’t have the energy to flirt with me, as he does with all the ladies. He was walking home from the local shop – about two hundred metres – with a loaf of bread and some milk, leaning heavily on his stick.

‘It looks like you should go home to bed today dear and take it easy, give yourself chance to recover.’

‘I can’t do that, I’m going to see my friend.’ He has a lady friend who lives about a mile away and it isn’t on a bus route so he walks it.

‘Maybe wait until tomorrow and just take care of yourself today, it’s a bit of a walk’ I said gently.

‘I’ve got to walk my legs will go otherwise, got to keep moving like Felix,’ his first smile.

‘Felix who?’

‘Felix the cat keeps on walking, so I’ve got to else I’ve had it, I’ll be stuck in my chair!’

‘You stubborn so and so! well just be careful’ I watched him walk on slowly.

I know that Bill’s daily trip to the shop stops him from being lonely, because he speaks to everyone. Apart from seeing his lady friend weekly, I don’t think he has anyone around. He is a very private person and doesn’t know that I know his name even, hopefully the shop keeper would notice if he didn’t show up.

The last time I saw him he was dispensing advice to some students whose car wouldn’t start and he was very perky and cheeky. I really want to see him bounce back quickly and keep on walking like Felix.

Felix keeps on walking, keeps on walking still.
With his hands behind him,
you will always find him.