Anne decided this morning that she needed to get her nails done here in Longford. Of course, we're not at the end of the world and it's certainly possible! So, we're sitting in the foyer of the local shopping centre, drinking Banjo's coffee, waiting for the clock to tick around to her appointment time at 'A New You'. It's interesting to watch the passing parade of customers wandering by to the various shops. There's a fair sprinkling of farmers' wives making a quick trip for supplies, but we're mostly grey-haired retirees desperately clinging on to relevance.
One fellow has just walked by with pronounced bandy legs. He's probably spent his life on a horse. Mum would have called him 'a wee bachle'. (I've have to look up the correct spelling). I looked it up and it's spelled 'bauchle' and it means a 'fat, untidy housewife'. Not the word I should have chosen but I won't bother re-writing it now; I'll just have to be more careful in my use of Scottish dialect in future.
There's a lot to be said for spending time in a shopping centre. Tasmania lacks the magnificence of places like Macarthur Square or The Mall of Asia in Manila but even a tiny centre like this one in Longford lets you experience a slice of the variety of life.
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