Oh No!, l couldn’t possibly be this unlucky, not today please…. I cant  deal with it ,but it was yes, and l would have to spend at least a while listening to and nodding all the  time desperate for a  friend or the rain to start anything that might rescue me from what l considered a fate only akin death by gossip, l needed to be elsewhere as soon as possible not trapped without chance of escape…Have you heard the latest news…. Mrs Dolb  and Mr  Clog the next door neighbour  with  the crossed eyes have taken up with  each other,” oh that’s nice” l exclaimed, hoping my reaction would stop the usual unpleasant comments”  l don’t know what he sees in her came the reply anyone can tell that her assets are artificial, “well its nice for them to get on so well, no one should be lonely if they can do something about it, the gossip snorted her distain, hmmmmmmm carrying on at their  age should  know better.!

Anyway! Enough about them have you heard about my neighbour she lives in her own fantasy world” She actually told me she thought my  husband was an incompetant twit” He had gone round to borrow her mower and she refused saying the last time he borrowed it was  still there the next spring, well as l said” you wouldn’t want to use it in the winter,”…l began to twitch from foot to foot as my feet simmered on the hot pavement how could  l make a tactical move without her realising my  intention, but just as l turned to say goodbye l was gripped by the arm and heard the voice say “my goodness that was a beauty your husband had last night, what did he do to get that”?… l shook off her hand and decided not to air my news in public, this woman had more front that Blackpool ;She could get a job as a fleet street editor…. She was far so up her own rectum somehow pretentious seemed to nice a word  to describe  she was the village gossip and no one was safe from her… could l have got a reputation for talking to her in public…l will soon find out…..