2275. Time to tarry

The late summer breeze flapped my sundress a little as I walked down the lane. I had no idea I was being watched. It had been a hot, hot summer. Autumn was beginning to set in but it was still stifling and light clothing was the order of the day.

It was the fourth day of work and I was the sole teacher in this little country school. I walked to work, taking a shortcut through a farmer’s field, down a track and over a stile and voila! I was there!

Of course I had permission to cross the farmer’s field. When I visited to seek permission the farmer wasn’t there, and nor was the farmer’s wife. Only their son was home – Nigel is his name – and he said taking a shortcut would be fine. Anyway, he was the one running the farm these days, and he was the one who would possibly sometimes bump into me on my way to work.

This was only the fourth day of school and I had already bumped into him three times! Each time it was at the stile and he was able to offer me a helping hand as I climbed over. Such a gentleman!

Today I’m leaving home a little earlier to give us time to tarry.

21 thoughts on “2275. Time to tarry

          1. badfinger20 (Max)

            Lets go with erotic….there are no children around lol.
            I’m behind…I only have up to November 23. I was 30 ahead but after work went haywire…that is down to 11.

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              1. badfinger20 (Max)

                Yes….that is why I do it. I’ve been doing this since 2017 and up until this year…I would write my post the day before…I rethought that process… and changed.

                BTW….how did the rent inspection go? I don’t think I ever asked…or I forgot. Right around the time you did that wonderful “travelogue” you said it was time. We don’t have those over here….or if we do I never went through one when I rented.

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