Scum with Prams
What a great job Mr Beeching did back in the 60’s. I know there will be old unionists who violently disagree with what I’m saying but if it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have been able to take the lovely walk I did on Sunday. Instead there would have been a dirty great train running along the path and people will have been frowning at me for taking a small child onto a busy railway track. And as it happens a train runs along side the path so we get the best of both worlds anyway.
Darwin was excited about being able to ride his bike. He goes far too fast for my liking and sometimes forgets to look where he’s going, but he enjoys it and I enjoy him enjoying it. I don’t enjoy running after him with my hefty bulk though. I didn’t enjoy running when I could run 3 miles in less than 15 minutes (which I could in my hay day!), so I certainly don’t enjoy it now! In fact, I reckon if I were to run 3 miles now it would take me quite literally an infinite amount of time as I’m pretty sure it would kill me, and well before the 3 mile point.
Bev & Carlo, along with Shnai joined us for the walk. We walked to Stubbins and played on the park, all of us getting involved in some way or other. And then 2 women appeared pushing a pram escorting 3 dogs. They quickly walked around the field and then departed the same way they came. I can only imagine that their reason for doing this was to let the dogs defecate, of which at least 1 did in the children’s play area. I was mad afterwards that I didn’t say anything, and I’ll resolve to rectify this in the future (I think!). But there were a number of things that prevented me from saying anything. They had a baby, well I presume it was a baby, it could have been a fat dog in a pram for all I know, but I thought that made them vulnerable. I had Darwin with me and I didn’t want him to be privy to what ‘scum’ can be like if it ‘kicked off’. And also, I presumed they lived in the houses that we had to pass on the way home. Knowing that ‘scum’ often begets ‘scum’, what if I was confronted by a Hulk Hogan-esque man in his underpants with a breed of fighting dog? We already know that I wouldn’t have the appetite to run!
Any road.
Darwin was excited about being able to ride his bike. He goes far too fast for my liking and sometimes forgets to look where he’s going, but he enjoys it and I enjoy him enjoying it. I don’t enjoy running after him with my hefty bulk though. I didn’t enjoy running when I could run 3 miles in less than 15 minutes (which I could in my hay day!), so I certainly don’t enjoy it now! In fact, I reckon if I were to run 3 miles now it would take me quite literally an infinite amount of time as I’m pretty sure it would kill me, and well before the 3 mile point.
Bev & Carlo, along with Shnai joined us for the walk. We walked to Stubbins and played on the park, all of us getting involved in some way or other. And then 2 women appeared pushing a pram escorting 3 dogs. They quickly walked around the field and then departed the same way they came. I can only imagine that their reason for doing this was to let the dogs defecate, of which at least 1 did in the children’s play area. I was mad afterwards that I didn’t say anything, and I’ll resolve to rectify this in the future (I think!). But there were a number of things that prevented me from saying anything. They had a baby, well I presume it was a baby, it could have been a fat dog in a pram for all I know, but I thought that made them vulnerable. I had Darwin with me and I didn’t want him to be privy to what ‘scum’ can be like if it ‘kicked off’. And also, I presumed they lived in the houses that we had to pass on the way home. Knowing that ‘scum’ often begets ‘scum’, what if I was confronted by a Hulk Hogan-esque man in his underpants with a breed of fighting dog? We already know that I wouldn’t have the appetite to run!
Any road.
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