the mad woman next door

The house next door to us is for sale.

I went out this morning in the FREEZING WIND to feed the fish, and is my wont, nattered to them as I did it. Then I had a conversation with Lilith on my way back to the warmth of the house.

And then I noticed a chap standing in the next door garden, looking at me as though I were mad. Which I am, of course.

6 thoughts on “the mad woman next door”

        1. I think of you every time I drive up the A11 past Wymondham to Norwich.

          And remember how pleased I am that there are 200 odd miles between us.

          🙂

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