I don’t feel up to making blog posts tonight. I’ve got a bit
of thick head and I feel spaced out. Headache, slightly sore sinuses, slightly
rough throat – there’s probably a change in the weather on the way. When I get
these sorts of symptoms there usually is.
Interesting walk tonight, though. I encountered a cyclist
and a jogger, both in possession of a torch with a blue light that everybody but me seems to
have these days. I said ‘good evening’ to both of them, but neither replied.
Maybe there’s a rule in The Shire that one doesn’t talk to people after
nightfall.
I also spoke to the owner of the footsteps that I distinctly
heard behind me while I was admiring a tree in the darkest part of Mill Lane. I turned
my torch in that direction, but there was nothing to be seen. And, come to
think of it, the owner of the mysterious footsteps didn’t reply either. Neither
does anybody ever applaud when I sing. Maybe they prefer to just watch me from the shadows, or
maybe I don’t sing well enough.
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