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ventaThings I saw on my way to work this morning...
A man running up a hill, pushing a pushchair. Behind him, a small child on a scooter tried to keep up. I guessed they were late for school, but maybe they were just racing for fun.
A jet black labrador guide-dog sitting patiently by the side of the road, waiting for two white vans to sort out their issues so he could take his human across their path. (Reading has a weird idea of pedestrianised streets; the street-furniture-clogged pedestrian areas are regularly filled with confused or abandoned vehicles.)
A small child in a buggy, munching on a Rice Krispie bar. He had a pointed face and enormous, sad, deep brown eyes.
An elderly lady dressed in tasteful, expensive-looking clothes, walking a small, trim, caramel-coloured dog. Everything about her conformed carefully to type, apart from her elegantly-cut, emerald-green bobbed hair.
An elderly couple buying their week's shopping in Lidl. A sensible trolleyful of fresh fruit, vegetables, a couple of tins and four kilos of sugar. I wondered if they were planning to make jam. Behind them, a middle-aged man was buying three large tubs of margarine and a dozen eggs.
A man running up a hill, pushing a pushchair. Behind him, a small child on a scooter tried to keep up. I guessed they were late for school, but maybe they were just racing for fun.
A jet black labrador guide-dog sitting patiently by the side of the road, waiting for two white vans to sort out their issues so he could take his human across their path. (Reading has a weird idea of pedestrianised streets; the street-furniture-clogged pedestrian areas are regularly filled with confused or abandoned vehicles.)
A small child in a buggy, munching on a Rice Krispie bar. He had a pointed face and enormous, sad, deep brown eyes.
An elderly lady dressed in tasteful, expensive-looking clothes, walking a small, trim, caramel-coloured dog. Everything about her conformed carefully to type, apart from her elegantly-cut, emerald-green bobbed hair.
An elderly couple buying their week's shopping in Lidl. A sensible trolleyful of fresh fruit, vegetables, a couple of tins and four kilos of sugar. I wondered if they were planning to make jam. Behind them, a middle-aged man was buying three large tubs of margarine and a dozen eggs.
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Date: 2010-10-19 12:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-19 12:55 pm (UTC)(Also, I have a tendency to call everything yellow and spready which isn't butter "margarine", but actually it was olive oil spread, which I don't think I'd expect to be great for cakes. Could be wrong , though :)
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