This afternoon we were shopping in Derby. The day was pleasant for March with blue skies and warm sun. Even Derby can be tolerable in fine weather. A drunk weaved towards us clutching his can of lager.
It must be strange to 'ave teeth, he mumbled as he lurched past.
Oddly enough we’d both been to the dentist that morning. Coincidence of course, but maybe we’d blinded him with our freshly-polished teeth.
Must be a short story in there somewhere.