A furphy seems to be the stuff that newspapers are made of, because I very rarely believe what they print and report. I met this group of girls as I was leaving town, but have no idea what they were doing. However they were quite interesting, perhaps they were furphies – who knows, but somehow they fit in the picture. I speak four languages quite well, but there are always words appearing here that I have never heard before. Wishing everyone a furpherous remainder of the day.