It was a lovely blue mitten. I fancy it was a Christmas present, opened no doubt accompanied with an uncomfortable feeling of trapped wind and over indulgence. Now it will sit in a fume filled wet gutter. I hope she finds it on the way home from work tonight if she retraces her steps.
30 December, 2003
Coming to work this morning in the driving rain I watched a woman drop a glove into the gutter as she crossed the road. It was very sad to watch. I was helpless. It was at traffic lights and the ladyfriend and I were on the other side of the road out of the woman's range but in full view of the tragedy. The lights turned green too late for me to shout to her and she scuttled off with her umbrella into an industrial estate.
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