144./ Mad World indeed.
Buying the shopping for todays deliveries, there was a busker outside Aldi. Playing his guitar. He was good. I asked him if he wanted anything getting. He did that shrugging thing which means yes, but I don’t like to ask. In fact he showed me a few tins someone had bought him. Like he had enough, you know, with those two tins. I asked him if he had somewhere to cook, where he was living, and yes, he does. Then it was my turn to go into the shop, so I just told him I’d get him something.
After I did the two shops that had rang and texted in, I filled a bag for him, some chicken drum sticks, and bread and cheese and milk and juice and tins. Normally I’m really conscious of trying to keep in budget, for this man, I just didn’t care. So tired of trying to decide if someone should have two tins of soup, or three.
I gave him the bag of shopping when I left, chatted, asked him if he could play Mad World, he could, a few bars, and we chatted, his name was Russel I think I remember, he said he’s share the food around, I told him I know, I could tell. A good day for him, I hope, I think, lot’s of food to take home and share, and at home I sit and listen to Mad World and cry.
Dear God this World was mad before and now it’s even madder.
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