The early mornings can feel edgy. And I am not brave. I see things that seem a little out of kilter and I am loathe to intervene or interfere. I struggle with such passivity though, never knowing what is the right thing to do. Take this morning for example. It began with the flashing lights of the ambulance. Blue and red and yellow, flickering on and off against the wall of a house on South Road. It looked like a disco. Perhaps there were police cars too. Must’ve been for the lights to be blue also. I walked on. I didn’t want to appear curious or nosy, though I was, a little. There were still going when I walked back from the harbour and I took another path so that I might avoid the commotion. I did see a policeman talking to a girl through a break in the wall. And then walking deciding to walk over the Buarth on my way home I came upon a car with its side door wide open. Everything was dark. No streetlights. It was by the big veterinary surgery on the hill. Was there someone in the car? Had it been broken into to? There was no broken glass, no sign of anything awry. I left it. At breakfast he tried to ease my conscience. Someone might have been loading things into it, he said. Though, I suspect it had just been forgotten. Ah, I never know what is the right thing to do. Ever.
