Happy
American Independence Day.
I had
an email today from the chappie with the tick.
All
is well with him, and he has now parted company with the critter and given it a
watery send-off down the loo.
This
morning on my way around Canary Wharf I spotted a mummy , ok it could have been
a daddy, grebe. She/he was floating quietly, head resting on its back, how do
they do that, alongside the walkway. Nothing exciting about that I hear you
say. Well this particular parent bird was accompanied by a small flotilla of three
fairly large babies. Unfortunately they didn’t stay still long enough for me to
get my phone out. This pic will give you a idea of how big the babies I saw were.
Speaking
of phones, recently a shopper complained because a supermarket checkout
operator refused to serve her because she was talking n her phone. Said
supermarket responded by saying that this was not a company policy and the
checkout operator had to apologise
My
support would go to the checkout operator, wouldn’t yours.
Mean how rude is that.
People
are much to attached to their phones. It’s as if the world would stop if they
didn’t check the phone several times a minute.
Ok if
you have an urgent call to make step out of the queue and stop holding up the rest
of the shoppers.
What
do you think…
On our way home on the train tonight we watched this picture emerge from the pencil of a creative fellow traveller.
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