“Ill tell you what Charles” said Bernard, shuffling his newspaper and staring out of the large communal room window. His eyes followed an older woman in a blue dress being walked by a small pack of dogs on the lawn outside. “Things are a lot better than they used to be you know”.
“Uh-huh, is that so?” replied Charles distantly, not looking up from his cross word and scratching his head through a thick mop of white hair. He was having a real problem with three across.
“Oh yes, absolutely” Bernard insisted. “Look at the world now. It’s not like in our day Charles. Kids don’t know how lucky they have it.”
Charles muttered loudly “20th century Canadian Liberal, four letters”?
Bernard wasn’t listening, intent only on voicing his opinions whilst continuing to watch the woman in the blue dress, who was now struggling to disentangle herself from the dog leashes which were now wrapped around her legs.
“They never had to deal with any of the things we had to deal with in our day you know!”
Charles lifted his head from his crossword. “And what was it we had to deal with Bernard?” he asked. Three across was really starting to frustrate him.
Bernard fell quiet, staring out of the window, his eyes fixed somewhere in the distance.
Charles knew it was mean of him to do that, he knew that Bernard wouldn’t remember. He never did.
The woman in the blue dress had lost her battle with the dogs and was now attempting pick up a jack Russell in one hand and at the same time prevent the Chihuahua from attempting to mount a rather indifferent looking Rottweiler with the other.
Suddenly Bernard returned to the room, his face animated. “Now that’s ambition Charles” he exclaimed, pointing towards the woman in the blue dress.
“Look at that, that little bugger doesn’t know it’s a Chihuahua! It thinks it’s a Rottweiler Charles!”.
Charles looked over, smiling at his old friend. “Indeed it does Bernard, indeed it does”