Once it wasn't. We knocked on the door. No answer. We pushed the door and it flew open. Where was Mrs Bowen?
Flying overhead.
Her luminous wings were perfect for her body and her frail legs were pulled up.
We were gawking up with our mouths open.
'What are you doing up there?
'Well obviously I'm flying. I can see the village from here and I don't have to worry about cars when I'm crossing the scary road.'