Another stroke of luck was I found the next book of the "Under the Tuscan sun" lady in Oxfam on Saturday. £2.99 (it was a hardback) So I am happier than a little piglet.
Whilst in Marlow on Saturday I was clipped by a passing motorist. I was walking along trying to avoid hideous Saturday shoppers, people who should not normally be on the streets - men who are normally desk bound Monday to Friday who dither about with their irritable children whilst wearing "leisure" clothes. I hate these men with a passion, they run companies but have absolutely no social skills, spend about an hour trying to buy something and treat everyone else like their secretaries. I have lost count of the times I have been bumped into, ignored and incensed by these men and it aint pretty.
Anyway, back to my story, yes, I was skipping along the pavement and wack, I was clipped with this wing mirror, it didn't hurt, fortunately my solid frame kept me upright but for crying out loud! What if I had been a child? Still a child in Marlow on Saturday would have been acompanied by a father dressed in GAP clothing and it would most probably have been quite funny. Oh whatever.
I tell you something it's a worrying trend around these parts but every car I pass is a posh one. Where are all the Ford Fiestas? I am sick of the Yuppies fleeing the pox in London and swanning it up around here. Silver cars, flash BMWs, sporty little numbers, teenagers looking like extra's from Hollyoakes, I don't like the look of it. I think the answer is lady guillotine and it aint a long way off.
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