Another installment of: Life in a Small Irish Town. I had to sign a document in front of a notary public, so we could send it back with some other related papers, to the US. Bill had looked for some info last week and found a guy--law office/notary. I remembered seeing his sign on Glebe St--the office is upstairs from an artist's studio and we frequently stop to look at the paintings in the window. Anyway, turns out the main office is in Claremorris and he is only in Ballinrobe on Tuesdays between 2:30 and 5:30, so off we went this afternoon. We had just left our apartment and crossed the street when a woman pulled up to us and started talking. I had no idea who on earth she was and I thought maybe she was going to ask for directions or something. Nope. She said someone had tried and failed to deliver a hard parcel this morning, so they'd left it at the flower shop for us to pick up there. She was just going there, so we could get it if we wanted. She drove on and we turned around. Even though I had no clue who she was, she obviously knew who we are.