Now I’m used to rejection from publishers and writerly competitions but nothing quite cut to the bone as the rejection I experienced last Saturday.
Walking into town I spotted one of my elderly neighbours coming the other way. She saw me too – she stopped, looked straight at me but before I could wave to her she crossed the road – risking traffic.
Once she got to the other side, she walked head down very fast and away from me.
I’m a little torn as to what I’ve done to cause such a reaction. We normally say hello to each other in passing! So her behaviour was very odd!
I look to Charlie but he’s as lost as I am as to the whys.
Charlie says: I look up at the gathering rain clouds.
Oh well! Roll on May!