Something Familiar.

I encountered three middle aged women talking in a huddle when I went for a walk earlier. I asked them whether they were rehearsing for Macbeth, but only one of them got the joke.

She was the woman I’ve mentioned before on this blog, the woman who uses her eyes in a strange way which I find impossible to describe. She mumbled something furtively about white witches and good vibes, which suggests the possibility that there might an interesting person living in the Shire after all. And she has a wall-eyed collie, which I suppose is no more than you would expect.