One of those days in the First World.

An artistic impression of my beloved trolley.

An artistic impression of my beloved trolley.

What a personal disaster. My shopping trolley that I use at (almost) voluntary work fell apart today. I’m bereft. Little Andrew just laughed at me, but maybe that was because she caught me changing my trousers and shirt. On the top tier of the multi storey car park.
“Not many cctv cameras, here, then,” she commented, as the wind whistled through my under trunks. Unhelpful. Trolley shopping tomorrow.

About ruralspaceman

A man trapped inside a middle aged body still tries to be hip and trendy. Actually, no he doesn't. He says it as he sees it. as long as it's not too controversial. Living with his wife, Lady Barton St Mary, two children, Miss Katherine and Master Johnny in Randall Towers, he is constantly frustrated by the mechanisms of modern life and the issues raised by being the husband of a high flying executive and member of the aristocracy. All he wants is a quiet life and a full set of Deal or No Deal DVDs. Please help him.
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