druids

everyone seems to accept my reasons for moving, forget the impulse, the boredom of the same layout for TWO years, its normal, cough cough.
Feel abit guilty to my lovely neighbours, the druids.
They appear in shrouds climbing down the moorland in their bare feet and eating lettuce, and I am serious, I look after their cat when they go to tree conventions, sneak a look in the fridge, hoping they havn't laid the stray hair trap, and all they eat is dried stuff,
wrinkly stuff, houmos, beans, it isn't normal, yet she has the figure to die for even in her tie die, so it must work.
I will miss them, they are lovely natural people but elderberry wine doesn't compensate for the fun I will have in town.