When I’m asked to pick someone up from the Market Place at a stupidly early hour in the morning and they are 15 minutes late…
…I sit on a bench in The High Street wearing my spotty, furry slippers and watching the birds on the buildings opposite.
This is after going into the local newsagents to buy something.
Not one single person at the bus stop pointed or laughed out loud.
Fashion follower or Trendsetter?