On platform two a little girl of about four is sitting next to her mother seconds after someone has knocked her head with the door to the ladies toilet (the girl had only cried when the adults started fussing) A conductor walks down platform one, my side of the tracks, and the little girl points at him and says loudly, 'mummy, why does that man sreyt, why does that man sreyt? The conductor does not turn but continues the straight path he walks. When no answer to the girl's question arrives she points at the plastic disc he uses to signal trains to go and says, 'mummy, why's that man holding a spoon? Why's he holding a spoooon?'
Oh to be the age again when massive objects that resemble small objects could be one and the same thing.
Sunday, August 23rd 2009
Monday, 21 September 2009
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