A couple of stories have come back to me in recent days. In one, a lady, apparently commented, on me, as I walked through the village, "She looks smart". In another, a local shop keeper, said that I can look very smart [often, when I pass, I am dog walking]. If that was not good for a Girl's spirits, the next was uplifting; she thought I had had a boob job. Oh blessed PM; how good has it made my life; it truly deseves it's name.