I’m sat at Bosworths in Finchingfield after a little mid week BCR jaunt listening to the most middle class, inane, unecessarily loud drivel pouring out of this woman’s mouth that I, and the tables around me, are finding it difficult not to laugh at its absurdity.
There’s a “silly” woman who sometimes goes to my fave cafe in Palmers Green. Harmless, she happily talks away to herself. I find it a little disconcerting though, and avoid eye contact, as I don’t want her trying to get into conversation with me.
Oh thats gratitude for you!!! Whats really annoying is the fact Jarrod came up here for a midweek BCR and didn’t invite anybody from the retired group,heartless bastard:cool: