Probably means nothing. Not that I've got such a bad memory that I can't actually remember much of what's happened, oh no not at all nothing like that.
Anyway, it turned out that this morning's lecture was given by a retired bishop, and very good it was. The mosaics weren't quite done justice by the photos, but that's not really surprising - they are stunning, if ever you have the chance, do go and see them. There are several buildings to go to, it isn't just one.
On the way in, I observed a 10p and a 20p piece on the ground, so I picked them up and put them in my pocket. When I left, I popped over to Al's shop for some fruit, and saw two women (a mother and daughter, I think) approaching the door and looking disappointed when they saw the notice in the window. "It won't be open until Friday," one of them said. "I'm just going in," I said, "I'm Al's mother - you're welcome to come in." They wanted some eggs and potatoes, so I sold them. The till was empty, but we managed the right change between us. I went to get my stuff and another woman came in. I explained again and sold her three chillies and a bag of greengages. A minute later, in came a customer for some mushrooms and a bunch of bananas. They were all really pleased. As I looked for the key, I felt in my pocket and found 30p. Not remembering where it came from, I put it in the till. I locked up and left, and a few yards on, found another 20p and a penny on the ground. I picked them up. I meant to put them in a charity box, but my lunchtime sandwich required an odd 15p so most of it went towards that.
I ate lunch in the churchyard, sitting in the sun. Pictures? Of course, darlings. They're neither good nor interesting, but that is hardly likely to stop me.
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That's a nice view to have while eating your lunch. My mother always picks up coins wherever she goes; she keeps a money box in her kitchen and puts her booty in the savings accounts she keeps for her grandchildren.
How was the haircut?
I usually see them while on my bike, so I don't get off to pick them up.
The haircut was fine, thank you. that was the reason I was eating lunch in the town, I had a spare half hour and it wasn't worth going home before my appointment. But I thought a recital of everything I did would be a bit much.
One of my favorites places to visit.
I think your photos are very interesting. I like to see regular things as opposed to touristy things.
It's a nice little town is Yagnub. Like so many small Suffolk towns even the alleyway and back yard views are pretty.
Did you find the poor chap with the hole in his pocket?
Would his name have been Laploshka, by any chance?
Yes, it's a nice little town. I like living here.
There wasn't a trail as such, Dave.
Chris, I am dismayed. I am destined to be haunted. I need to find some deserving (or is it undeserving?) rich for that 51p.
Hang on though, can I not count myself among the undeserving rich? Whether or not in terms of money is immaterial, for I am vastly rich in terms of fellow bloggers.
I don't think I have ever visited the town. What I meant was that I like to visit graveyards.
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