Back to the Ladies.

While I’m in the mood for writing things down I thought I might mention that all the significant women in my life had a song to commemorate them. All except one, that is. The Lady B, who was probably the most significant of all, never had one.

Well, she has now. I found one this week which caused her face to rush into my consciousness most alarmingly. And I’m not going to tell you what it is, so there.

On a lighter note, I was walking up my lane this evening, armed with bucket and spade blades, to collect some more horse dung which I saw there earlier. I heard a swishing sound approach me from behind and turned to identify the source. Three cyclists – two male and one female – were peddling past me at speed. The two males ignored me, but the female, who was youngish, splendidly constructed, good looking, evidently fit, (and blonde), turned and smiled at me. I was too in awe of the moment to smile back and they were long gone before I recovered my normally dull senses, but that sort of thing makes my day. It does.

I haven’t said much about the female of the species lately, have I? Songs and smiles seem to have a habit of renewing old peculiarities.