Thursday, 16 December 2010
I was just going into the wine shop when the post lady was coming out, she stopped me and said she had a parcel for me. She ran back to her van and brought it to me in the wine shop.
Then I had a nice chat to the man that owns the wine shop who has a little boy the same age as the Monster. We compared their routes in the market, he gets a pain au roquefort from Mimi, the Monster gets a coque or pain au chocolat.
Then I went to the market and had chats with all the lovely stall holders. They all asked me where the Monster was. They all came cooing around Wrigglesworth who obliged by being his charming smiley self.
I may not have many friends here but I feel very much part of my neighbourhood. Sometimes I think I must be mad to even think about leaving...
p.s. I in no way consider myself to be belle (although I do like books), and the fella is not a beast. Although I always quite fancied the Beast in the Disney film and found it rather disappointing when he changed back into a man.