Working with children lowers your expectations of decent behaviour. Someone working in an office might consider someone pretending to have Tourettes slightly barmy, someone working in a school might consider it an improvement.
Even so I couldn't help but be shocked when as I went to overtake an old lady on the pavement she spat down at the ground, missing my feet by mere centimetres, or in her language - inches. I don't think she was aiming for me, but I couldn't quite believe it. What next? Baseball cap wearing Granddads? Hoodied gangs of OAPs sat on park benches drinking cider from thermoses? Old ladies called called Chantelle-Maude-Britney-Barbarra?
I'll soon be scared to go out before dark.













2006-02-07 @ 20:32