It was a pretty nice morning. I ate toast and drank some good juice. On the toast, I spread unsalted butter and put on top little chunks of crunchy mature cheddar. The juice had bits in. The good kind of bits.

The previous night I’d been out in the garden and I’d heard a little noise coming from the old well.

“Hello,” said the noise from the well.

I had been a little startled, because the well didn’t usually make noises. But, I didn’t usually stay out that late. I’d been delayed by a long queue at the post office. I don’t know why everyone had wanted to post something, that day. Maybe they were sending off coupons from the Times, too. I’ll keep an eye out.