plimsolls

When I was little I was mad about Enid Blyton books. [oh Lordy yes!] My addiction escalated to the point where the librarian had to limit Little.Nerd.Me to just one Famous Five a week. My other books had to be Something Else.

I would lie in bed and soak up all that thrilling JulianDickandAnneGeorgeandTimmytheDog.ness, imagining them wearing their plimsolls [I didn’t know what they were], tramping over the moors [um, what?] and sleeping on heather and bracken [I wasn’t sure about that one either]. Every time they would solve another confounding mystery I would cheer! And wish that I could come across stuff even half as interesting as they regularly did.

Well folks, it took patience but this week I suddenly had my Famous Five moment! A real life mystery in my own neck of the woods!

So, here it is.

Almost every day, around the time that the sun starts to go down, My Little One and I go for a walk [it is lovely]. Sometimes My Lovely One comes too [which makes it even lovelier]. There is a little train station just near our place and over the last couple of weeks I have been noticing a lady arriving home from work on a train, getting into her car, leaving the car park and driving about 50 metres up the road, where she hops out, fit and healthy, and walks into her house. [The mystery, my friends, in case that is not altogether obvious, is this: why does she drive and not walk??]

Positive Psychology promotes curiosity as a key ingredient in a fulfilling life. And I’m not sure if curiosity about your neighbours quite counts. But it is certainly making my head happy coming up with brilliant theories! I haven’t quite cracked the case but I’m sure that’s simply due to the fact that I have had no pork pies or ginger beer to sustain me. [I’ll get onto that].

Tags: curiosity, My Little One, My Lovely One