....as a box of frogs.......

It was 7.30 this morning,when I was right in the middle of having a long awaited and satisfying dump in the loo when I heard the slightly familiar " Yooooooo hooooo" from the "mad lady of the village"
The bathroom window was open so with some difficulty I did that slight limbo dance, all people tend to do when they are caught "halfway through a job"  and I popped my head through the window and called down with a rather testy " I won't be a minute" .....I have worked out recently that I can't really keep her waiting.
"Mad lady" is thankfully only visiting the village...apparantly she leaves today....
Now, I only say thankfully here, because she has a noticeable " pressure of speech"  and has a difficult tendency to keep you talking when there is much to do...but she has a thing for fresh eggs, which she has bought on almost a daily basis for a week or two now and seems to gain a great deal of pleasure talking to Bingley, who because of his hormones, is spending most of his time watching passers by at the fence by the gate.
A few years ago, before the Professor and I arrived in Trelawnyd,there was a really disturbed character living in the village who went by the name of "Mad Mick". He was infamous for slashing the tyres and damaging the bodywork of scores of cars up high street and with a drink problem compounding mental health issues, he was not a guy to be trifled with....

I notice I have used the word mad three times in this blog entry. As a previous psychiatric nurse I should really know better, but as a generic description of " not the norm" I find it lazily useful....
In fact " mad as a box of frogs" is one of my most favourite of phrases.... But like I said, I really should know better.

Anyhow, I sold another six eggs to my early morning customer this morning and before I said my goodbyes ( so I could return for a comfortable read of Empire Magazine on the loo) I rooted through our freezer and gave the lady a juicy bit of home grown pork " for being such a good egg customer"
She gave it straight back to me, before I had even said " goodbye"
" I don't eat pigs " she said cheerfully " they carry diseases"
Nuff said..........