Things 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 12:55 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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Date: 2010-10-19 12:56 pm (UTC)About 1 in 20, then :)
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Date: 2010-10-19 01:53 pm (UTC)They were all out of blue.....either that or it was Dorothy and she had it that colour years ago to blend in.
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Date: 2010-10-19 08:27 pm (UTC)[*Garret Hostel Bridge, for the curious]
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Date: 2010-10-19 08:34 pm (UTC)No, it's just the street/traffic planners, who are either grossly incompetent or actively malevolent. I've never worked out which, but it could well be both...
Fortunately the upgraded M4 junction 11 was managed by Wokingham District Council, rather than Reading Council - it actually seems to work moderately well.