I was walking back home across Tescos car park on Sunday am. Cold wet, howling icy wind, carrying my leg of lamb and winter vegetables, thinking about making my garlic caremalised raost tea.
There was an invalidity mobility scooter thingy, on a sort of collision course with me, so I changed direction. The scooter changed direction. Ok, this person wants to chat to me, I thought.
It was an old lady, and she said something about being closed. So I pointed over to Tescos, she says , no, the post office , it's closed.
Then she asked me what day it was. Sunday. She looked crestfallen and scooted off home.
It sort of dawned on me that I was probably the only person she had spoken to for ages. She didnt even know what day it was.
There was an invalidity mobility scooter thingy, on a sort of collision course with me, so I changed direction. The scooter changed direction. Ok, this person wants to chat to me, I thought.
It was an old lady, and she said something about being closed. So I pointed over to Tescos, she says , no, the post office , it's closed.
Then she asked me what day it was. Sunday. She looked crestfallen and scooted off home.
It sort of dawned on me that I was probably the only person she had spoken to for ages. She didnt even know what day it was.
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