Far from the madding Crowd

In the City again, I adeptly dodge the bomb craters that the Council call ongoing reconstruction at the Top of the 'Burges' ( the obscenity that it is) attempt to avoid tripping over the barriers preventing people parking in Trinity street, on my home run to Sainburys finally poleaxed by a child dragging along her stainless steel scooter behind her, with apparent indifference by her parent.
Yesterday I was entertained by a parent whom seemed intent on grinding the wheel of her child's pushchair into my foot as I waited somewhat impatiently it has to be said in Sainsburys Que. I love Children, as we reach the end of this delightful fortnight of juvenile horror, I welcome their gentile, sedate return to the comforting arms of state education. Love kids, was one myself once, but as the cliche goes,' can only eat one at a time!'...