Notes on... St. Marys Park

98% of the time when I visit the park I look ridiculous. It is on my job list left by Mut that every day I have to walk the dog in the morning, but due to the absolute love for sleep I never get up and always have to dash to the park urgently with G. The majority of the time I slip on Dads fleece, or maybe just roll up my pyjama bottoms and put on some wellies, hoping that in the 3 minute walk to the park I will not see any one I know or recognise.

There is a boy I see in the park every day, possibley because he works there as some sort of Park Ranger. I have a small suspicion he went to my primary school too because he always goes out of his way to smile at me. I am always quite unnerved by this, speculating in the head he may be the next park killer but in reality it is possible he is just alarmed at how hell I really am or maybe just G being naughty.

G's behaviour makes it increasingly annoying to take him for a walk. He pretends he cant hear when you shout him name and embarasses you by ignoring you for such long periods of time you have to approach him to try and put his lead on but then runs off as soon as you get there. Sometimes he also joins other people and I can see him trotting off nearly out of the park as if he is part of their family.

There is also an old man who I see quite regularly in the park and for some reason I know his name is David. We have the exact same conversation every time I see him, and it really does amaze me he STILL does not realise. The conversation goes like this:

David: Ohh, your dog looks old. Is he getting old now?
Kate: Yes
David: Ohh yes. How old is he now?
Kate: About 14 I think.
David: Ohhh! Thats nothing. My Mary is 19 now.
Kate: Wow, really (looks at Mary, who is basically dead)
David: Yeah. They grow old because we treat them right, dont we?
Kate: Yes.