When I was 7ish
I was sat watching television with my parents in our newly built house. At the time, building work was still ongoing so there was no fence and lots of building materials lying around. Movement outside got our collective attention, I looked out the window and saw a little old lady reaching down to inspect a lump of dolomite, she picked it up, as if appraising it, then dropped it into her purse and shuffled off.
"What was that lady doing in our garden?" I asked, understandably confused by her behaviour.
"No idea son, she must be barmey." answered my Dad.
(Mong goose, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 17:52, 4 replies)

Maybe
for her it was a small triumph.
( milkybarnick is calming down Boris on, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 20:11, closed)

^^^
This should win.
(porkylips looks better as the sun goes down., Thu 21 Apr 2011, 20:38, closed)

Seconded
^^^^^
( CaptainCrackerjack live trout, slow motion, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 21:05, closed)

heralded
/coat
(spiggytopes, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 21:08, closed)