stevendoig

Finally! - non lucid of course

Standing in my porch with a bucket at my feet. A man came in and stood just inside - he had a big face - think he was elivering something. He pointed to my neighbours and said 'Does Liz Doig still live there , I've not seen her in a while' - 'I'm not surprised' said I 'She died 15 years ago' then I bent down to muck aboot with my bucket while he bemoaned the loss of his friend.

A couple came to my garden and asked where the best place to get apples was. I said I had some in my garden. We went roond the back where there was a pile of weeds and some tiny stunted apple trees. The apples were tiny and hopeless. The couple wandered off somewhere. I then found a monster of an apple with white spots on it, and it was a wee bit bumpy as weel. I had it in my hands but canny mind if I ate it or no'!