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Mr Poznán   caught me watering the Women Institute’s flower bed at half past seven. I had already checked on the village green beds but all those had been watered by one of the wardens. I was hot and sweaty and I joked that the exercise would burn more fat off me   Mr Poznań looked serious and told me not to be so hard on myself , he had already noticed that I’d lost nearly a stone and a half.  “ I’ve noticed that You have a habit of dumbing yourself down “ he said kindly “ you don’t have to do that”  His smile was disarming and I found myself suddenly a bit emotional. He patted me on the shoulder as a goodbye. “ You need a man friend “ he told me looking at the watering can I have a habit of indulging in self depreciating humour.  Of course it’s a defence mechanism…and as I watered the plants  I reminded myself of the lesbian comic Hannah Gadsby who once specialised her act at one time with self put downs  She described what she felt a...

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The village from the West  The temperature gauge says 22 and sunny but it feels hotter than that. Dorothy  couldn’t take a long walk so we took advantage of there being no sheep in Graham’s fields and the girls ran around for just five minutes before wanting to go home to lay their nipples on cold concrete,  Albert joined us as per, but he too found the sun too fierce and so retired under giant Beech tree like a lion. We left him watching a couple of foolish rabbit pups with narrow eyes. He’s still bad tempered . It’s Sunday morning and the shooting range over in Trelogan is in fine form. The putt, putts of the shotguns echoing around the valley hills like fireworks at New Year. I’ve heard a cuckoo, just once which is rare There is a heat haze over the village and it feels deserted , like a Spanish village at noon Thank goodness the elderflower cordial I prepared three days ago is ready to drink. from Going Gently https://ift.tt/3rgr1RY