We took the car with us when we left the house on Friday morning. Usually, we go out the back way to shave a little time off the walk to the bus stop, but as you know, the vehicles are INconveniently (for Effie) at the front.
There she was, doing Heaven Knows What in her little front porch garden. She knelt in--this is hard to erase from my memory--a very short red bathrobe of some sort. I remember bare legs. Sadly. As we walked past, minding our own business, she muttered, "Friendly neighbors!" as she rose and disappeared through her front door.
All we can think is that in that short getup she was airing out the, er, drug transport equipment. Shudder.
She fussed with her favorite bin three days in a row last week, but left them alone at the weekend. Tonight, the bin is where it belongs. I did buy that pink chalk and glow-in-the-dark glitter. No need for it today.
Yet.
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