(I am reminded of the Red Faced Welsh farmer here....who once bellowed " sing you buggers SING," to bobbled hatted locals when he took a mobile Christmas Tree around the farms with a piano on the trailer.)
Anyhow this morning is one of those fine mornings that everyone seemed to be out and about in the village. Farmer Basil with his dead eyed sheepdog sat with him in his truck waved a jaunty wave,
Ian the policeman, stopped for a chat about nothing and Sandra Cameron was out working away on her allotment. Auntie Glad's front door was wide open and I could see her beavering away inside polishing and dusting. I called out a " Hello" which she answered without really knowing it was me
" are you well this morning?" I shouted
A yellow duster flashed in the doorway
" my health is my wealth!" She sang out in her sing song voice!
A good thought for the day