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16 November 2017 at 11:15

Up to the Post Office to post a parcel and the Asian postmistress (who has been there forever) says

"Haven't you got your little friend with you today?  He's your son isn't he?"

“Ferretfingers is at his day service.”

"Has he got over his obsession for bingo books?" (she sold him one a week for ages)

“Oh yes, he's moved on to tea-bags via Oxo-cubes.  By the way I got him to empty his wallet the other day and discovered he had three books of last year's Xmas stamps.”

"Well that will keep you going for this year" (she knows I like to use Xmas stamps on my cards).

“Yes.  I wanted to go through his wallet but there's always trying to find that balance between independence and intrusion, letting him have his privacy.”

"Hah!  Privacy!!  When my children were young I went through their pockets, drawers, bags, the lot.  I was looking for drugs or anything like that.  You have to be able to nip these things in the bud.  The only thing I found was some porn magazines when my son was about twelve, but my daughter said 'well Ma at least they weren't gay'."

“They do it all on the internet these days ...”

From here we somehow got onto how the "extreme porn on the internet is stuff you and I couldn't possibly imagine."

It wasn't a conversation I expected to have this morning.

Woolerwoman  Always worth having a conversation!  People are so much better than machines.

Bentonbag  Then, on the way to a lunch-date with my husband, I go to Sainsbury's petrol station where the till is manned by a young Rastafarian with superb dreadlocks. I'm greeted with 

"Hallo dahlin, pomp 12 is it? ... You gotta Necta cahd? … You paying cash or cahd? … Ok cahd.  It's touchscreen ya know.  Oh you goin old school with tha pin nomba.   Trai somethin new."

Paying in the kiosk is much nicer than at the pump.

Woolerwoman  So much better! Is he from Barnsley?