few days ago I replied to a tweet, saying that my local Timpsons guy was a legend, uber helpful beyond his job remit, always cheery & up for a chat with customers. We often talk F1 & Alfa Romeo (he has a 147 that needs work, is SORN no MOT). Yesterday he called me over to him 1/n
I get the bus to work each morning, and I have a favourite seat. There's an old lady who sometimes gets on before me, and claims my prized spot. I've never felt so much hatred towards someone I've never spoken to.
My taxi driver didn't speak much English but seemed to love English football, so we were just bombing along whilst he named English teams and random players and I nodded or shook my head.
Probably in my top 10 conversations.
I hated peas as a child so my mother would hide a pea in my roast dinners every sunday. Every week I would finish my dinner, then victoriously leave the solitary pea alone on the plate.
I'm 44 now and yesterday she confessed that she actually used to hide two peas. The twat.