well, that's a bit random

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Last week I saw a lady who was dressed exactly how I used to dress my Sindy doll when I was a child. A long-sleeved yellow polo-neck sweater with cropped yellow trousers. Even her blonde hair was similar to Sindy's. I looked at her feet, expecting them to be adorned with matching yellow plastic shoes that could easily slip off and get lost down the back of the settee. She wasn't - obviously - and I was left feeling disappointed. I found a tiny little vintage doll at the recycling centre. I love vintage dolls and knew she would be a welcome addition to my collection. Unfortunately I found her thirty seconds too late. She had presumably fallen from a bag of rubbish as it was hoisted into the skip and someone had trodden on her. I swooped down and placed her and her tiny plastic face in my pocket. Now she and her face are in a safe place, never to be fixed, always to remain broken. I should take a photograph. Do you {those of you in the UK} watch Gardener's World? My cousin was on it last night, talking about geraniums. I missed it. Was she any good? Somebody said Hello! to me in the High Street today. Ten minutes later someone shouted out, Oi, hello! and waved at me as I walked home through the car park. I know neither of these people, although I have seen them around. After twelve years of living in this very local town for local people am I finally being accepted? Am I now such a familiar sight in the town that the locals can't fight the urge to send greetings my way?! Awww, I feel so honoured. *randomly happy dance*