Out for a walk last night – taking full advantage of the endless summer evenings – I pointed out to the other half the spot where the chap from the council had been industriously digging out the blocked road drains earlier in the day.
Well, semi-industriously, because hearing the noise obviously I had to go out to investigate and he’d been happy to stop for a chat, and we’d passed a pleasant 20 minutes discussing drains, and gullysuckers*, snow ploughing strategies, field drain legislation and other fascinating matters**. ‘Apparently he was born a few miles from Bigtown,’ I started telling the other half, ‘and then moved a few miles further down the road but has only lived in two houses all his life…’
It was only when the other half started laughing that I remembered it’s not entirely normal to end up knowing the entire life story of every passing workman. At least, not in London it isn’t. But then, maybe that’s London’s problem, not mine?
* my new favourite word
** no sarcasm intended. Really.
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