The Eyes & The Nosy Have It.

Delightful village living.

Age makes no difference. Irritation can set in at any stage be it in ones 20's, 30' or 90's. A village busybody surely can spark it at the mere drop of a hat or more accurately, drop in for a chat.

My favourite septuagenarian and I were returning from an outing to our local doc's and shop when upon driving down his driveway we saw a local lady talking to his wife and their carer. I have had occasions of conversations with her and once you know that her main source of pleasure is local knowledge, it is easy to have long chats without revealing much. Playing dumb and pleading ignorance of delicate bits of information is rather easy. Working in a hair salon makes for lots of practice.

But, I thought it was just me who thought her a bit forward in asking questions that are on the outside of those conversation boundries set by society. Was I wrong. As docile and pleasant as my septuagenarian normally is, as outraged he was by spotting her in his driveway engaged in conversation. He mumbled something about ' stupid tattletale, what is she doing here again...Too funny for words.

Busybodies are rather quick at summing up an a situation because by the time we were inside the kitchen, she had disappeared or rather moved on to her next port of call where she might either garner more or dispense some of her existing repertoire...

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