I
don’t get the need for grownups to be carting about bottles of water and
sipping at it all the time. OK there are times when it is much more acceptable,
like in the gym.
But
it seems a bit extreme to see the suited chap, who got off the train in front
of me, doing it.
Not
only that, those plastic bottles have a real negative impact on the environment.
Do I buy
water?
Yes I
do, from the local supermarket at 19p for two litres. And that’s not for drinking;
it’s to put in The Man’s CPAP machine. The tap water here is so hard that it
scales up the humidifier reservoir within days.
I
meant to tell you on Saturday about the good deed we did.
Picture
this.
We’d
gotten off the train at the station near Nunhead Cemetery, as we walked along the
platform a young woman who had been sitting on a low wall jumped up and headed
for the train The where she had been sitting
was a fat black wallet.
Now the trains don’t linger long at the stations so I called
to The Man to go after her and I grabbed her wallet and made a bee line for the
train.
‘Scuse
me, I said is this yours?’ Well I knew it was.
She
looked surprised and then horrified at having left it behind. I just had time
to hear her thank you before the doors closed.
We felt
very pleased with ourselves.
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