This morning I walked over to our village shop to buy milk and a newspaper. I pushed the door open and the owner smiled and greeted me by name. It’s a good thing to have your name spoken through a smile, so I smiled back and greeted him by name and wondered if he felt the same as I did. A smile and your name always goes a long way in affirming again your right to be here.
On getting home, I sat down with a hot cup of coffee, opened my newspaper, left the small world of village life and plunged into the vast sphere of politics, social happenings and intrigue. I didn’t like what I saw.
Snapshots Of My World 
Village life is a sanctuary. Thank you for the reminder of how special community is. 💛
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Thanks Val. Village life is such a git, I’m sure not for everyone, but I certainly love it. I was in London over the week-end and although I love London it was good tyo come back to the countryside and our little village.
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‘Gift’! * Laughs *
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I used to live in a village in Hertfordshire. Close enough to London yet away from it all is the best!
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I didn’t know that Val. So you know all about English village life.
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And the pull of cricket and the pub! 😉
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Big Laughs. Hariod. I’m sure “git” means something here in the UK. I’m sure I’ve heard the word somewhere.Is there such a word?
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There is indeed, Don: https://www.lexico.com/en/definition/git
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There is indeed, Don: https://www.lexico.com/en/definition/git
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Sorry, wrong thread.
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O hell, Hariod – misspelling can get you into real trouble. 🙂 Thanks for the enlightenment.
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