I was walking down a road. With my head held up high. Enjoying the light breeze. The cool air between my toes. I was wearing an open toe sandal. They are my favourite pair. A soft shawl wrapped around my neck, leather jacket and jeans. Just enjoying the moment. Will this moment ever return? I stared straight ahead. My eyes glanced at the metal fence, darted across the pavement, across the road. Cars parked on the verge. A black and white collie dog rang down the pavement on the other side. Whizzing down. The dog caught my eye. It raced past a man. I was still staring at the dog. I didn’t notice a set of eyes watching me. I glanced up. Our eyes met. My first initial response was a smile. The guy was tall, slender. Maroon t shirt, dark baggy jeans. His face, unshaven. Dark eyes. He looked familiar. He smiled. Hello. I can’t remember whether he spoke first or I. Talking across the road as we both walked the opposite directions. How are you? I’m fine thank you and you? Good thanks. The conversation went on like that. He smiled on and I carried on walking.

Another time, I was on the train. I was travelling back from Leeds and jumped on to a train at Derby. I walked carefully down the aisle, counting the seat numbers and looking for my reserved seat. In my seat sat a young man. The table seating of four was jammed with a couple on one side and a young guy on the other.

“Excuse me, is this train going to Sheffield?”

The blonde haired guy replied “Yes, I think so.” He chuckled. He had a lovely accent. I looked at the number above the window which informed which seat was reserved from where. Still looking at him, slightly embarrassed I spoke, “Sorry, this is my seat.”

The guy looked at me, apologised. I thought he was going to stand up instead he shifted towards the window seat, which was reserved for me. No problem. I sat down next to him. His hair was thick, blonde high lights with light brown. His eyes were piercing blue. I couldn’t help it but I wanted to find out where his accent was from. So I casually asked him and he told me he was from Australia. Perth. This made me so excited and intrigued. I love men with Australian accents! We had a really interesting conversation full of laughter, exploring the world, travelling. I sometimes wonder, whether I should have given him my number. He laughed at the way I pronounced a word which, funnily, I can’t remember now. He told me he was a training teacher and has come to see his friend in the UK. He was working for a Cricket place in Sheffield and was visiting his friend in Newcastle. I wonder whether this guy is? I told him, next time he comes round my way, I’ll give him a tour. Not that there is much to see where I live. A middle of no where. We had a nice conversation, and when it was my time to leave, I thanked him for a friendly chat and left.

These are memories of no coincidence. We meet people everyday and we always pass each other. Makes me wonder if we will ever meet again. I would like to.



Get on Top.. Careers

I want to prove to the world that nice, kind people can be successful.  You don’t have to be a nasty bitch or someone who loses their chastity and self-respect, by sleeping around with senior role colleagues to get to the top.  I have seen many of these behaviours.  You do not have to be mean, and a bully.  Intimidate colleagues.  I want to say to you readers, I treat someone they way I want to be treated.  That is all.  And yes, it does take a lot of time to get that promotion.  For me, it still hasn’t happened yet do not give up.  Keep persevering and I will get there.  

A letter to the Editor..

Dear Editor,

I was reading the article headlined ‘Ban Burka to stop escapes’ in this weeks local newspaper.
In relation to this article, the facts incorrect.  Men do not wear burkas.  I wonder if they are getting it confused with what men wear in the middle east – a long full length tunic.
What has happened with men concealing their identity, wearing a burka is wrong.  However the MP should not be making comments like he has about banning the burka.  The fugitive could have worn fancy dress, or painted their faces, like in the film Dark Knight, where the joker’s team have worn clown masks to conceal their faces.  Having said that, does that mean fancy dress and face paint is now banned too?
Burkas and balaclavas are two different types of clothing.  Therefore to put them in the same category, I find that offensive.  Once again a religious dress is being criminalized and scrutinized, which is unfair and wrong.  Certain people need to be re-educated and get their facts straight.
I agree with the Home Secretary Theresa May, that it is not for the Government to tell a woman what to wear or how to dress.
London, England is well-known for its multi-culture and I feel these kind of comparisons and comments will cause aggravation.
Thank you for reading this letter,  I feel much better now.