A World Apart

I’m back in Richmond today and decided to get a proper lunch instead of a ready made sandwich which is my usual work day fare. There are some nice places very close to the office so I picked one at random. It was a lovely little bistro with an extensive menu. After ordering I sat and absorbed the atmosphere and conversation around me. (When eating alone what else is there to do?) I listened to the ladies to my left, it was a bit difficult not to actually. They were talking about choosing a boarding school for one of their daughters. I never knew it was important to have “quality shopping” in walking distance. I was also unaware of the specific requirement that the area’s architecture needs to be interesting and “pleasing to the eye”! They mentioned their favourite so far featured “Neo Georgian mansions”. I sat there thinking how yesterday I was on the farm where the conversation surrounded which sheep was next to lamb and a warning to watch the pile of sheep poo outside the door because SJ the “free range” sheep had been trying to get into the house again. How can life be so totally different just 130 miles away? I will say that my preference certainly falls towards the farm. My granddaughter won’t care about the architecture around her school she will only care to know if her favourite lamb will be able to ride on the school bus with her.