There was no one about, except the ubiquitous Mrs Trellis and her greyhound cross Blue.
They were heading for The Marian.
As I stopped to say hello, she waved her hand for me to listen and half spoke/ half whispered a poem.
It was her own poem about Blue, and the things he " saw" and experienced on his morning walk.
It wasn't long and when she had finished, off they went together quite happily. Mrs Trellis in her neat hat and Blue trotting quietly next to her in his matching coat.
I was taking in this little vignette of Trelawnyd when I spied "Kitty" walking purposefully down High Street . ( Kitty is the maker of the now infamous slippers of sex) . Now you don't see Kitty very often as ill health ( rheumatism and bad gums) usually keeps her indoors, but today Kitty was a woman on a mission.
" Hello John Bach " she called out .
I asked her where she was off to
" The council workmen finish working on the pensioner bungalows today" she sang out " and the buggers have two of my best buckets!"
Bernard " The German" was outside the cottage when I got home. He wanted eggs.
" vere is your car?" He asked pointing to the oil stain on the empty drive
He always sounds like Captain Geering from " Allo Allo"
" It died" I told him and Bernard shook his head seriously
He looked depressed
" We have a Volkswagen....I vont my money back"
I'm living in a parallel universe