Just found this historical post on my personal Facebook memories!

Just a little worried that my neighbour may think I have been abducted. Normally, I put the eggs they buy from our hens in a predetermined place in case I am out, and if I am in we stop after they have collected them and have a chat about life, the universe and local village gossip. Today I was in. However, I felt the need to hide behind the shed when I heard their car draw up at the gates, leaving an empty, silent house with all the doors wide open, a cup of tea on the kitchen counter, dogs lounging on the grass and the car boot open. From my concealed position I heard the eggs duly being collected after a bit of aimless pacing around the house and “hello”-ing. I shall have to remember to resist making the most of the sunny weather whilst picking strawberries, gradually divesting myself of fleece and t-shirt and ending up in my bra and a pair of shorts with an assortment of plastic clothes pegs filched off the washing line holding my hair out of my eyes.