Overheard in Eastleigh station.
Mother to furious teenage daughter: “Oh, so it’s not your hormones then, it’s your actual personality? Bloody brilliant.”
Haha, amazing. I need to start writing down the lines my mum comes out with..
Eastleigh is a very dangerous place, especially on market day. Be safe.
Vindicated! Cara said it was a place where old people went to die, but I knew I could have been set upon by youths or wolves any minute.
Youths, wolves, and – for reasons hitherto undiscovered – people with odd facial tics. Again, only on market day. Sorry for the random comment, I went to college in that delightful little burg and was horrified that someone else has been there. Ever.
I have a facial tic. I inflicted it on ALL the wolves.
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