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Waiting Room Magazines
Richard Bell’s Wild West Yorkshire nature diary, Monday, 19th October 2009
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LAST WEEK it was my mum and myself, Monday morning it’s Barbara’s mum I’m taking to the doctor’s. The most inspiring thing I can find to draw is the pile of magazines, although they keep moving as people riffle through them. A couple of women come in behind us. The first coughs over our shoulders (waiting rooms are great places for catching up on the latest germs).
“Would you like a Yorkshire Life?” she says to her bored companion, “Or a People’s Friend?”
“Now you are joking,” comes the glum reply, “I’d rather read a sex magazine than People’s Friend!” in a tone of voice indicating that reading a sex magazine would be tedious in the extreme.
Fixed Penalty
It’s a glum Monday for me too. After a second failed appeal, I’m jolly well going to have to accept that I’ll have to pay my parking fine. We were dashing to the town hall with some Rhubarb books for the NEC show a month ago and I was delighted to find a parking space nearby. I misread the sign partly because we were in such a hurry but also because the only place you can read it is from the centre lane on Wood Street (left) and consequently I was worried that traffic was about to hurtle around the corner when the lights changed.
It’s a one-
You can comfortably read the sign only from the yellow area I’ve marked in the middle of Wood Street.
Image from Google Earth
For the first time in years we’ve had livestock in the house; we’ve been briefly looking after two guinea pigs a birthday surprise for Alice next door from her parents.
“Real guinea pigs” is the way that Alice describes them when she’s telling you what she got for her birthday.
