Being on holiday continues to make me smile. Ah, the luxury of unstructured time!
An episode that made me smile yesterday: I walked into a bakery in (busy) Sydney Road & the woman behind the counter was quite distraught. An elderly man had left his wallet & she'd discovered it too late to to give it it back to him. She said he was a very proud, cranky old man & had refused her help getting out of the shop despite being obviously unwell & having great difficulty moving.
Her description of him rang a bell with me: Was he quite stooped & walking with the aid of a walking stick? I'd noticed an elderly man a few minutes earlier, making his way down the street with considerable difficulty. Yes it was him! Would I have time to catch him, we wondered? I left my shopping with the shop assistant, grabbed the wallet & bolted down Sydney Road in hot pursuit!

Halfway down the block I caught up to him. Was this his purse? Well, you should have seen the big smile that broke out on his face! "Thank you," he said & sort of patted my arm. We both stood & beamed at each other for a bit before going our separate ways. That episode left me smiling for the rest of the day. I don't know who was happier - him or me.