26 February, 2008
I saw a disaster unfurl infront of my eyes this morning. On my way to work I see a lady take her kids to school every day. They use one of those four by four type things which she just about fits her two small children in. This morning I looked up to see her opening her door, I looked down to see her Chelsea tractor waiting, I looked back up and saw her mouth agape, I looked back down to see that someone had stuck a pair of pink balloons under her windscreen wipers. These were not just any balloons, they were novelty balloons fashioned to look like a pair of ladies knockers. They flopped about in the steady breeze as the young mother stood frozen to the spot, how would she explain them to her kids who would doubtless want to keep them?
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