"I know exactly where it is" she says. As we set off to look at her new home to be. "Er it looks different". I buy her a bottle of red as a consolation prize, but just as we head for home there its, "on the wrong side of the road".
The sign is asking for volunteer feet, to be washed in the Maundy Thursday service. People have volunteered a foot, right foot seems to be favorite. I would love to be a fly on the wall.
From a strange bed looking out of a large sash window slurping a cuppa. I see a guinea fowl hurry up the hill to the hen pen, followed by 2 more. They remind me of nosey determined ladies sporting a bustle.
Bit of that
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