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.
He won’t be buying it then.
Who knows? He might *want* to live next door to a mad woman, although I accept it’s unlikely.
Why do you think I’m happy you moved down to the South-West? ~;0)
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.
🙂
Perhaps if you’d put some clothes on first…?
No *wonder* I was cold …