A small vignette of human life in a newsagent's yesterday. A woman trips and falls, everyone rallies to help, husband, who is waiting outside for her, is summoned. Having made sure she's alive (she's still lying on the floor at this stage, looking shocked and in some pain), he enquires whether she manged to buy the paper she came in for.
Tuesday, 25 May 2010
Interlude in a newsagent's
Posted by Frances Garrood at 14:19
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Ha ha ha!How typical!ReplyDelete
Bet it was the Daily Mail...ReplyDelete
You know, Tim, I think you are probably right.ReplyDelete
Eminently sensible. If you have to accompany her to hospital, you might as well have reading material.ReplyDelete
Thank you, Aliya. What flavour of ice cream would you like?ReplyDelete
Well, I can lick anything but something to do with soft fruit is a preference. Said the actress to the bishop.ReplyDelete
I'll see what I can do.ReplyDelete
Gosh, I sense some degree of condemnation here.ReplyDelete
I thought it was this sort of imperturbability that allowed y'all to go on doing your bit in the garden when bombs and V-2 missiles were raining down.
No condemnation from me, David. Just the bare facts, exactly as witnessed.ReplyDelete