2 September 2012
So I'm standing hanging out my washing bare feet on wet grass. In my sad pjs as early as possible so no one can see me. But hey ho, there she is. Joy, from next door. No, not glee and happiness, but my neighbour called Joy. We call her the "oracle", for she hears and sees everything. Nothing escapes her satellite ears.
"Hi" she says.
"Oh, hi, didn't see you there". Of course I did. We have an in built 'Joy radar'. My husbands is set to the "pretend I didn't hear mode"!
"Still wearing maternity pants then?"
"I'm sorry?, oh these, yes " The embarrassment is too much as I stand holding the large flesh coloured material, awaiting a purple peg. They are actually my favourite comfy drawers.
And so her work is done and she disappears in doors.
Postcards From The Hedge #1 • Opuss № I