Ah, Indian summer weather at last...
So there I was, sitting on a bench in Holland Park, minding my own business and basking in the glorious autumn son, when a fellow went rolling past in an electric wheelchair. En passant he turned his head and fixed me with a malevolent glare. 'You again!' he snarled, 'I'm always seein' yer.' Am I that much of a fixture of the Holland Park scene? I don't think so. I smiled cheerily in acknowledgment and bade him good day.
One or two Speckled Woods were still flying.
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Hmmn, sounds like a heavily disguised squirrel.
ReplyDeleteI think I might have seen that man on Clapham Junction station once. He's terrifying!
ReplyDeleteClearly you, Nige, are his Porroh Man.
ReplyDeleteI believe everyone must look at this.
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