Romancelandia is a Village

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?

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  1. Sandy

    And now I’m wondering whether it’s the sadistic stepmother’s fault that I got such low RITA scores.


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