As soon as I departed for my enforced and pointless (for a political prisoner) trip to the job center, the first thing I saw was a postman in shorts? In December? In Scotland? At the tail end of storm Barra? (the things people will do to keep their job?) I knew it was going to be an interesting trip. I was ordered to come back again on the 22nd, we had an interesting debate as to whether she is an evil whatever asking me to come in for a final humiliation before being forced to endure another Christmas without friends or family! We both agreed that it is in fact her bosses that are evil. What they don't realise is that Christmas is just another day to me, sure the first Christmas alone (2015) without my partner or friends/family was 'emotional' but hey I am a survivor and to survive you have to adapt, now Christmas to me is just another day, I eat the same food as any other day and do the same things, I just need to be mindful that the shops are shut for whatever reason.
Anyway on the way back from the job center after all the sirens and flashing yellow lights I was presented with a really sinister situation, normally if someone is coming towards me I cross over, if someone is on the other pavement I stay on the road, today there were a group of people on both sides of the road and a blacked out range rover creeping slowly down the middle of the road. However my years of experience doing this and my ability (despite my age) to out sprint anyone barr Hussein Bolt saved the day again.
Anyway on the way back from the job center after all the sirens and flashing yellow lights I was presented with a really sinister situation, normally if someone is coming towards me I cross over, if someone is on the other pavement I stay on the road, today there were a group of people on both sides of the road and a blacked out range rover creeping slowly down the middle of the road. However my years of experience doing this and my ability (despite my age) to out sprint anyone barr Hussein Bolt saved the day again.
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