Guess who I bumped into in Bag Lane this afternoon. The Lady B (who I haven't seen since the day of the village fete,) the sister Rebecca (who wasn't present at the village fete, but who I have seen since,) the little princess (who I haven't seen for months,) and a horse called something-or-other (who used to scowl at me in the days when I permitted myself to perambulate on Mill Lane.)
So there you have it, and just when I was becoming convinced that nothing nice was ever going to happen to me again.
(I did, however, think I sensed a smidgeon of restrained hostility emanating from the form of the sister Rebecca, but it was probably just my imagination.)
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