Chatting Like A Parrot

Decided to pop out after promising myself I wouldn't.

Down to see the refurbished charity shop in Mansted Gardens and a pleased-as-punch Joan. What a laugh we had.

As I staggered from rack to shelf to dump bin and then back to rack, old Joan, and she is old, shouted to me about: Men. Elastic. Thongs. Holidays with husbands. Boredom. Vicars and excessive weight in the hip area.
Laugh? My head fell upon her mighty shoulders and we laughed like a couple of drunks. And then I handed over my purchase. One seriously bright red jumper. Price £1:25
We then giggled about all things red.

After paying for the jumper she tried to persuade me to buy some of the stuff which was in the window but I said she couldn't have any more of my money on account of my needing to buy a lettuce for John...
She laughed like a drain then grabbed me, squeezing my shoulders till I thought I heard them crack.
She's lovely is Joan...
I wonder when her day off is:(

I then bought the lettuce of love and walked home very slowly in stunning midday sunlight.