‘I don’t drive but you are welcome to come with me on the bus’.
We walk into the city. Rosemary moves at a rapid pace. I struggle to keep up with her. We amble into the underground mall. It's an exotic world, where a blend of nations run a variety of stalls. Rosemary animatedly engages with the traders who display their colourful wares. Eventually we reach the bus stop. We board the bus and at last I can rest my weary feet. Rhona is 86 and I am thirty six.