I had resolved to stop writing up my diary, and then some irascible old trout gets into the back. It’s 6 o’clock in the evening and she asks “Baker Street”, now if somebody says “London Bridge” I don’t drop them off halfway across the River, I naturally assume they want the station. So after she has watched me head for Baker Street Station she waits until I stop outside the station to tell me she wants the Sherlock Holmes Hotel and then accuses me of being “A wrong’un”.
3 thoughts on “Irascible old trout”
hopefully you had to drive around the block to get there,
some people forget a little politeness works wonders
I certainly did go the long way, after going around the block twice.
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Good on ya 😁