There was a woman stood by the side of the street writing on a scruffy piece of paper as her dog lay by her feet in the high street today. I don’t know what she was doing but I was curious and wanted to know if she was a writer, observing us idiots as we congregate to sell our souls to the idiocy of the local supermarkets.

Sadly I was too busy buying banana milk and bacon to stop and shyly talk to her.