Fast forward 24 hours. Time to take Minnie for her daily walk of discovery of new smells and fresh air, and at the bottom of our driveway was the same Power Company girl from yesterday. She asked me for a specific house number and said "I spoke to you yesterday didn't I"? I reminded her I was the grumpy old bag from up the hill, and she said "You weren't grumpy. Actually I thought you were lovely'' (she can stick around).
So as appears to happen when I have these type of conversations - next minute I started to get her personal history. She wanted to make something of her life and had not only this job but also made jewellery, was a therapeutic masseuse and also wrote poetry.
After a discussion that lasted approximately ten minutes, with that she whipped out a piece of paper, asked me my name, wrote it down the page lengthwise, and this is what she gave me..
Maybe I aren't such a grumpy old bag :)