On Saturday, while driving back from Norfolk, I happened to glance very briefly at a roadside sign which seemed to say ‘Dual Carriageway’ with a broad white arrow pointing in our direction of travel. I’d just been reminding myself about a stretch of dual carriageway within the next few miles, so the sign was no surprise, but on a second glance the actual wording turned out to be ‘Dog Sanctuary’.
This morning as I walked past a corner shop, an old chap came out clutching a tabloid newspaper he’d evidently just purchased. He was about my age and somewhat scruffy, wearing baggy blue jeans and a tired old jacket, all set off by pink and grey plastic shoes. For some reason my immediate reaction was a twinge of sympathy. Living on a tight budget I thought. Scruffy, plastic shoes – it all adds up to having to make do.
Until I saw him stroll onto the drive of his substantial bungalow that is. On the drive were parked his large 4x4 and big caravan. His front garden was immaculate and he had solar panels on the roof. As I walked by he was busy opening the gates as if intending to take the 4x4 on a shopping expedition after reading the paper.
So much for first impressions.