Unfortunately, I had to write again. Students, everywhere, thousands of ‘em! Faces buried in their smart phones as they
stumbled through the city doing research on their dissertations. Be gone!
I said and take your creative ideas and youthful exuberance with you.
The unemployed had to go as well, we can’t have scroungers
here, they don’t pay their way and they do nothing for the economy. Also, those people who work for a living, who
do they think they are? - getting up at 6.30am, walking in clacky heels past my
house or slamming their car doors to wake me up. The insolence! I suggested they go live elsewhere.
Who wants old people?
They deliberately go out during lunch times or rush hour when there’s
lots of traffic on the road and hold everything up with their slow
driving. They’re not doing it because
they are infirm let me tell you, they’re doing it to annoy. Many a time I’ve been trying to walk quickly
down the street into town and there’s some old blighter dawdling along in front
of me, blocking the pavement. I screamed
at one old biddy to get out of the way, only for her to pretend to be deaf. Then, when I gave her a good old shove, she
dived like a Chelsea player in the penalty area and pretended to have hurt her
hip. Away with them!
Children, don’t get me started, luckily the Council was
quick on the uptake there. I told them
exactly what I’d done with mine and they did the same - promptly packing them
off to boarding schools in Kent. Good
riddance!
You may wonder what I’m writing to complain about now. The thing is, there’s nobody in Winchester,
except horse-faced, 4x4 driving, Aga mums like me and I can’t stand them...
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