Long stick shadows and their cars glide over the brow and down the hill. Sedately we all trundle. We are on a conveyor belt, I become mesmerized.
I look again 2 middle aged helpers appear to be sharing an aerosol as they walk through the gate. When they get closer I see they are not sniffing gas to ease the day, but have just nipped off site for a fag and it's breath freshener!
My lovely new chicken tea cosy is keeping my birthday freesia bulbs dark and snug.
Bit of that
Kept me amused for a bit.
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