Rain (some) has come, Beloved has gone, Granny is off to her world(ly) rave up along with a new American friend from here. So no time for anything more, except to add to the suspense about the roundabout. Which has now produced a pillar -and a bush. Mysterious black plastic covered shape still lurks at bottom of pillar. Pillars? Christmas? Palm tree suggests Beloved. Granny can only think of the penitential St Simon sitting atop his pillar... Of a possible cultural/festive mix-up like the (probably apocryphal) crucified Santa celebrating Christmas at the top of a big store in Tokyo once. She's like that.
Breath still bated. (Spelled it right this time.) How's yours?
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