If the shoe fits

I love objects in the wrong place. As you get older you want more surprises like this.

An old and definitely eccentric lady stumbled out of my favourite coffee shop today and told me she had been stung by a wasp. I commiserated. She looked sad but said she was glad it wasn’t a bee. Is that waspish? 

Work was utter crap. But later:

We went walking, we whooshed wine, which was wonderful. 

Overheard whilst walking:

"she’s an uninhabited young woman"
"I think you mean uninhibited dear".