Cut to the Chase

Evening all.

I hadn't seen the dog walker.

Normally i was very vigilant when doing these things, but this time i hadn't spotted her until it was too late.

"morning" i said, trying to sound nonchalant, (it is difficult to pull off nonchalant when you're standing on top of a hay bale with a camera in the corner of a deserted field, in your work gear)

she looked up at me, clearly unimpressed and more than a little startled..

"what you doing up there?" she demanded,( fairly haughtily i felt, even if it was her field)

"fathers for justice, rural section" i offered in as normal a voice as possible.

she gave me a little harrumph and asked me why i wasn't fastened to a tall building?

"Because...er,er,well....i'm just practicing to make sure i can manage heights!"

"ooh i know what you mean" she exclaimed, " i get dizzy standing on the kitchen steps"

and suitably happy with the explanation, both her and the dog waddled away.

very British start to the day i felt.

night all


rush