Snippets

It's funny what you hear as you wind your way around the streets of your home town. All the conversations that you briefly partake. Not enough to know what is really going on, just enough to really get you thinking just what the hell was the other half of the conversation.

Take Saturday. I was on my way to get a haircut after having bought a new school blazer for my Son. Which is, incidentally,  another story. My progeny steadfastly refused to come for a fitting but he must have been stalking me because as soon as I left the shop I crossed the road and went to an ATM. Guess who should tap me on the arm just as my card slipped inside the machine? That's right my Son. 

Anyway I was actually walking up the high street for a haircut. 

As I entered the market square I heard this comment from a lad of my age 

"But it's only saucy lingerie Mum!"

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