Saturday 24 March 2012

That Special Something.

I met another Sarah today, a friendly, talkative one who lives at the bottom of the lane near the pub. She’s older than M’Lady – more urbane, more extrovert I would say, and there appeared to be nothing remotely strange about her. We talked for quite some time in the warm sunshine of an unseasonably spring-like March day. As far as I recall, the conversation was mostly about pernicious weeds, Canada, bears, and a shared interest in Oxfordshire. It passed a pleasant half hour; and to round it off, she touched my arm. Well, fancy that.

So do I now have to write about Sarahs 1 and 2?

No. Let it be irrevocably stated here that there is only one Sarah.

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