25th September
Breakfast in the shopping centre this morning. The letters must have started going out for the next set of Covid jabs. One of the empty shops is now a Covid drop in.
Magpie’s in back garden, 13 in total. Does that mean anything?
Angela’s brother was visiting.
They were sitting in the back garden drinking tea.
It sounded pretty much like a one way conversation.
I couldn’t hear much from Angela, which was quite surprising, she is usually quite vocal. He on the other hand went on and on and on.
‘Bloody birds shitting on the fence. Gimme a gun and I’ll kill the fucking bastards. Bloody train drivers. Do you know they are on thirty eight thousand a year for trains that never turn up on fucking time. Look at that pigeon. If it knew what I was thinking it would be fucking scared. Bloody gays. Those two up the road have got some fucking nancy statue in the front garden spouting water. Don’t they know there’s a water shortage.’
At that point Angela said, ‘That’s only in England sweetie’.
To which came the reply, ‘Fucking English’.
I think he must have Tourette’s.
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