More Minor Mysteries.

1. Who was the young woman who smiled at me in Sainsbury’s today? It was the sort of smile normally reserved for people you know well, and I was sure I knew her from somewhere but couldn’t for the life of me remember where.

2. Who is the person who visits my blog frequently on a daily basis using Chrome browser and an Android phone? Blogger stats informs me of the posts they access, but never gives their location so I haven’t a clue who it is.

3. Why was there a black cat sitting on one of my bird feeding tables today? In the eighteen years of having bird tables I’ve seen plenty of birds, rats and squirrels on there, but never a cat. And does the fact that it was black signify something about which I should be concerned?

4. Why has my right eye suddenly returned more or less to normal so that I no longer look quite so like Quasimodo as I have for the past few days? And what do I do now about the offer of a bell-ringing position at the local church? Suppose I decline it and then develop a hump?  What would become of me and my status in the community then, and where would I take Esmeralda when the mob is growing ravenous for gypsy blood?