Shopping trip today, only really needing small amount, mainly certain foods for the lad with little additives and little sugar. Passing a local baker of high renown on the way home, I stopped to purchase some goodies for the wife and I.
I park up round a corner near a Post Office. Let’s just say it’s a less salubrious part of the city. No big deal but notice the hole in the wall money machine, the pavement below is just strewn with discarded receipts, fag ends and chewing gum, so much so it’s obvious from yards away, not a good advert for the area
As I said no big deal, but you just know you have entered a dodgy part of the city, another giveaway is the odd drunk geezer at 8 30 in the morning. Makes me feel lucky with what I’ve got.
