From the archives…
“Yo, missus!” I turned… a tattooed yob in shredded denim with more piercings in his face than you would have thought possible held out my phone. “Your bag’s open… you dropped this.” My handbag falls open with alarming regularity. I smiled and thanked him and winced as he smiled back, fearing the damage the piercings could do under the strain. I was genuinely grateful. It wasn’t the best of areas and I would probably have given him and his friends a wide birth after dusk.
When I first landed in the south and was asked in what part of the town I lived… a town I had known nothing about and moved to by the simple expedient of sticking a pin in a map blindfolded… folk would do that thing with their lips, sucking in air as if I had mentioned the unmentionable. It was, they…
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Thank you, Judith 🙂 The north is looking very springlike now 🙂 x
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You’re welcome, Sue, WE were up there a couple of days ago – very cold. So glad Spring is on the way. Went for my first long walk in six weeks today ( Fell and tore a tendon in my ankle) The Snowdrops abound and the Wild Garlic is through. A hopeful sign!.Jx
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The lambs are playing too… Just back home after the weekend myself and trying to get caught up 🙂 Hope the ankle has healed now? x
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Ankle feels ok, thanks, Sue – and yes – so many lambs – feels good to be alive!!Jx
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It does indeed 🙂 And the trees are greening up too 🙂 x
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