Nigel has just gone home after 24 hours of surreal conversation and a slight overdose from the Village Christmas Fair.....it was nice to see him.
Speaking of surreal conversations, this is a genuine conversation I had with a fellow villager who I will call Huw.
I saw him last night when I took the dogs out for their final walk. Huw was smoking a fag outside his house and I called over to see how his wife was. She had been "unwell " for a few days
"How's Sandra?" I called
"She got dysentery!" Huw called back
Me: (concerned) "Where is she?- has she been hospitalized?"
Huw (deadpanning wonderfully) "No...she's upstairs eating chips!"
I chuckled all the way home