When on one end of the village a cow (metaphorically speaking!) keels over, you can be sure it’ll be talked about in at least four more corners of the village. Which is a real advantage for naive little village girls like me ’cause with all the bouncing to and fro, even I am bound to catch the latest on-dit at some time.
Yet with some on-dits, the anthropological researcher-side of me seems to kick in. Hmm… Perhaps I should just go and feed the cats.
Volunteers for doing litter trays? Anybody?