Three things happened today:
1. I went to the greengrocer to buy some peaches. The young weigh-and-price person (not convinced if it were a she or a he) charmingly helped me remove from the large roll lying in the peach box a bag in which to put my peaches. The very pleasant person watched me for a few, no many moments, while I struggled and used every trick in the book and simply tried in vain to open the bag. The young person came to my rescue, not a moment to soon – I was ready to live without the peaches – and opened it immediately. She (or he) held out the bag for me to inspect and I saw that I had been trying to open the side. Well, I laughed, hands on knees kind of a laugh, and the young person said “funny,” which made it all the funnier.
2. The taxi driver that I took to get home took me down my usual streets but gave me a tour as we went. He said “taxi” and pointed all about him. We were in the street that houses many little food shops at which hundreds of taxis at a time park beside and have a break. My cha fu (driver) pointed to the food shops and mimed eating. He pointed to the card players, five of them, bunched up on tiny stool beside the trunk of a young tree, and mimed what seemed to be drinking so, unless he meant that taxi drivers were playing drinking games, I think I might have missed his meaning. The he started laughing and pointed at a lovely big new black vehicle that a policeman was slapping some sort of notices on. Cha fu tsked and wagged his finger but didn’t stop laughing.
3. When I got home, I discovered that the crotch of my trousers had split. Enough to make a very good showing.