My neighbour the erstwhile Mr Fango was a man who stuck to a schedule like a spider to a fly.

Yesterday was his day to go to town, and he was up and away by 7.30am. I know all this as I could hear him crashing about in his house, from 6am. Determined as he is, he was not letting anything get in his way, and that included poor Mrs Fango whom I heard receive some of his vitriol when he could find his town tie.

Once he was gone quiet once again settled over the neighbourhood, and I bet Mrs Fango breathed a sigh of relief.

She must have had a schedule of her own for at 9am I saw her dragging her shopping cart wander past our place. A little after ten she returned her cart ladened with her shopping.

Then she came into her back yard to hang out her washing, check her watch and go inside where I heard her TV on as the soaps were about to start.

With no Mr Fango at home, she could get on with her own schedule.

Written for: https://fivedotoh.com/2018/09/07/fowc-with-fandango-schedule/