There’s a Zebra Crossing on the zebra crossing…

So what, you may well ask, has that to do with anything.  Well, my dear, I’ve been mentioning the black and white crossing to get from this side of the road to the far pavement, and it’s come to my attention that there are five different types of crossing.  Now my dear if you know differently, and there are six or seven of these alternately striped markings across the road, please don’t tell me.  It’s complicated enough without some well-minded and better informed soul confusing me further.

I didn’t mean to start today’s post in this way at all, but you now see how easy it is to send me on the wrong path.  What I did want to talk about is another of the views from Lavinia Court.  Now my last post showed you the front of the complex but I didn’t get round to showing you another of my favourite views from here.   

This is from the window at the end of the corridor and shows the lovely countryside we have close by.  As you are well aware we also have the beach within walking distance, and although I have been to the café at the leisure centre where they do a lovely hot chocolate, I haven’t actually managed to visit the beach itself as yet.

Oh yes, that’s what I was going to tell you, before I got side-tracked with all this talk about zebra crossings.  If you remember, and I’m sure that your memory is much better than mine, Teddy (and Harry) was coming up to visit me and have a cup of coffee – or was it tea, I can’t recollect, just at the moment, but it doesn’t really matter either way. 

I was really thrilled to see Teddy and her little dog Harry, the other day.  Teddy was wearing yet another pair of Doc Martens.  They seem very clumpy to me but she loves them and was wearing them with tartan patterned tights and a very short mini skirt.  She brought some Danish pastries with her which she had bought at The Roasted Bean – no doubt made by Giselle.  They were absolutely gorgeous.  The pastry simply flaked away to nothing and there was a lovely filling of apple and cinnamon.

Teddy was able to give me some little bit of information.  The first thing is really good news, but has left me somewhat puzzled.  Apparently, Philip who previously lived two doors down the corridor, has been seen alive and well in Barnsley in Yorkshire.  Now what he was doing there, I have no idea, but Teddy said that she had been told this by a police officer.  The detective knew that Teddy was my friend, and told her that Philip has been seen at several meetings at divisional headquarters.  Apparently he looked well, but rather thin and pale.  Well as far as we knew he had been held captive for several weeks, so without fresh air he would be a little pale.  Teddy has been trying to find out where he is living, but the best information she has is that he is staying in a hotel. 

Teddy is under the impression that I am due a visit from my friends in high places. I presume they will want to see Mrs. M and Mr. S at the same time.  Talking about Mr. S – he’s been very quiet lately.  In fact I have seen very little of him.  I suppose it’s possible that he’s been on holiday, but it has been weeks since I have spoken with him, and he is such a pleasant guy – always has a twinkle in his eye and a smile for everyone – and perfect manners.  I have missed chatting with him and listening to his gentle humour.

I asked Teddy why my contacts at the police and security services hadn’t called me directly.  That was a little unfair of me, because Teddy couldn’t possibly read the minds of these folk.  Why couldn’t they just ring me and make an appointment, I don’t know, but there you are.  Nothing is straightforward in this world we live in.

I really would like to have some more details about Philip – I feel that we have been left out of the loop for long enough.  I know that we aren’t specifically entitled to be told anything, but M15 did approach me and ask for my assistance – as did the local police authority.  I feel that someone should have updated us – to be honest, it’s just good manners to let everyone know that something has been resolved – as it seems to have been, at least with regards to Philip.

It’s all a bit of a muddle and I like to be organised.  I appreciate that both the police and MI5 are extremely busy organisations, but they found the time to brief me when they wanted my help at the beginning; surely they should afford me the same courtesy now?

Right my dear, I’ve just remembered that you may be wondering about the title to this post today –

There’s a zebra crossing on the zebra crossing – and then it continues –

There’s a zebra crossing the road,                                         Look left, look right, first it’s black then it’s white,       There’s a zebra crossing the road.

Some of you may not be aware that was a nursery rhyme which was taught to young children aged about three, when they were at play-school to help them to learn to cross the road safely. There were three more verses too, with different animals, but I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in hearing about them.

Right my dear, I’ve wittered on – yet again – and it will be time for my dinner before I know it.  I hope you feel my bits of news were useful; however, I can only tell you what I know – I don’t just manufacture gossip to pass the time.  No, my dear, this information has to be truthful otherwise where does that leave us?  Indeed – I’ll leave you to ponder on that thought.  As Always –

With Love – Jan xx

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I'm retired, disabled and after sudden death of wonderful husband, have moved closer to my son, daughter-in-law and baby, Charlie. I live in sheltered housing at the bottom end of the scale called Independent Living. I had been in an online Knit and Natter group for a couple of years before Ian died and the members of the group were and still are a wonderful support to me. Since moving here I have now got my own little Facebook group where the members are now my friends and extended family. It was suggested that I write a blog - so here we are!!

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  1. My memory not being what it once was, I had to go back, way back, to reacquaint myself with Mr. S. Loved your zebra crossing poem, I’d never heard that as we don’t have zebra crossings


    1. Hi Karen – I’m pleased you liked my Zebra Crossing – it’s a cute little ditty and anything that encourages little children to be safe when they cross the roads must be a good thing. Mr. S hasn’t been around for quite a while now, but I’m sure he will reappear soon.. xx


  2. Hope WordPress will let me comment now! Love those pastries! And I am intrigued to find out why the security services will be visiting you again….


  3. I have to say The Roasted Bean sounds very nice and those Danish pastries – lovely.
    I had to look back to remind myself of Mr.S. Mrs M hasn’t been mentioned for a little while could they have gone off together?
    I’ve not heard of that Zebra Crossing before. I think it was ‘Tufty’ they my boys learnt their road safety from.


    1. Great to hear from you Maggie – Mrs. M was mentioned a couple of posts ago when we went out for lunch together to The Roast Bean. At this time of the year folk do come and go, as they go to visit relatives, or go on a holiday. Mrs. M went on away to visit her sister on the Isle of Islay a few weeks ago. Yes, we did have The Tufty Club years ago. Anyway I’m sure that over the next few weeks, some of the characters will be returning to the story. xx


  4. Do you think that Philip is part of a witness protection scheme? It would be nice if the authorities
    kept you informed. The Danish pastries sound delicious all too often they look nicer than they taste. Never heard the Zebra crossing rhyme. I was taught, look right, look left, look right again if all clear its OK to cross.


    1. Hi Julia, it’s nice to hear from you. Regarding Philip I suppose that anything is possible and I will need to be patient. Of course I will let you know once I have confirmation about anything. I think anything which helps children to cross the road safely is to be welcome. I’m sure this is just one of several little ditties made up to encourage little ones to remember how to cross the road. xx


  5. I’ve never come across the crossing ditty. we used to tremble wondering if the trams would stop for us as falling under one of them was totally terminal! Nice view from that window. I like hills – but the big skies caused by flat land and sea where I live helps make up for it. Especially in winter when the trees are bare and you can see almost as far as Manchester


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