Bredonborough.
A Bredonborough day: morning shopping on the High Street, lunch at Maison Garner, carrying stuff over to World HQ & then to tea with my pals in No.4. The lady in No. 6 died one month ago, just after her return from New York where she spent half her time. She had called in at No. 4 for a jug of water, then nothing was seen or heard of her for the next week. My pals contacted the police, who went in with the gardener's keys, and found her.
This afternoon I met Brandon, a young man from New Jersey, outside our front doors. He is American family of our deceased neighbour, visiting on holiday in England. I told him he wouldn't hear any Joisey jokes here in Bredonborough.
The Luvvie will be home about 00.15. Yippee! Now, to practising.
"Suffering is necessary, unnecessary or voluntary."
