One of the farmers at Tuesday's Farmers' Market in Falmouth (sometimes referred to, rather confusingly, as 'Truro Farmers' Market) is usually accompanied by one of his children, running around snotty of nose and muddy of face, eurgh, children, etc.
However this time I did overhear this week's child having quite an enthusiastic conversation with one of the shoppers, hereafter referred to as Posh Nice Lady.
CHILD: ... and then we got up, and the horse wasn't in the field, because it had got out, and then it turned out it had gone down the road and into a completely different field!
POSH NICE LADY: Well it was terribly clever of you to find it dear. However did you track it down?
CHILD: WE FOLLOWED ITS POO!!!!!!
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I see. As soon as stuff happens, you begin to find the inane babbling of small people endearing.
Worrying, isn't it.
've just stumbled across this blog and it would appear that you are a man from canterbury living in cornwall with an interest in writing - i'm a man from cornwall living in canterbury with an interest in writing (sort of). So we're kind of moving in a geosynchronous orbit - in completely opposite directions
after reading your blog i feel like the Danny de Vito character in twins
The Canterbury/Cornwall connection is a powerful and mysterious one. Soon, three people with whom I used to work in Waterstone's in Canterbury will have moved down here to Falmouth, drawn, I like to think, by my magnetic personality, although apparently it's not that at all.
Welcome William.
Ooooooo creative ley lines.
Totally different subject - wasn't 'Being Human' great?
Yep, it was made of win.
I'm stealing 'made of win' for verbal use socially at the very first opportunity I get. Oli - where shall I post the royalty cheque to?
Sadly not to me, though I forget where I heard it.
A big game tracker in the making. Someone train that sprog to identify lion poo and we'll finally nail the Beast of Exmoor/Dartmoor/wherever!
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