A very well groomed lady, in her fifties I believe, was taking photos of our street. I have no idea why. I was going to pop out and ask (a logical thing to do, really, I was going to ask nicely) but little bear decided that he was not going to as he was told and was hauled off for a compulsory nap after throwing a box at me.
(it was an empty cardboard box that I had told him to not throw at me - he was tired, two and three quarters and coming down with the stomach bug, so I didn't hold it against him).
I wonder what this implies. I saw her taking a long shot of the street. She looked very much like a 'lady that lunches' and completely out of place.
I shall watch with interest.
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