Monday, 27 April 2009
Memories and looks
I trot along happily in the rain. Whippet does not. He gives me an accusing look when I turn down the hill instead of taking the short cut.
I stop to tell farmer Rex's side kick about the sheep laid flat.(sheep I'm told are not suppose to do that). "It's me birthday tomorrow I will be 80" . He starts a journey down memory lane. "There used to be an air raid shelter outside your house". And "when the wraf drove the lorryup to the camp for first, time she turned the corner and ran into a steam roller".
Bit of that