Every Now and Then
Nearly every day I go down to the local shop to pick up a few groceries, and a pack or two of cigarettes. I've got into the habit of sitting outside the shop in my disabled buggy, when the weather's fine anyway, smoking a couple of cigarettes, watching the antics of the shoppers as they play dodgems in the car park, and talking to any friends or acquaintances that happen to walk by. No, the buggy's not disabled, that's me, old and decrepit. Of course, in the summertime, there's the added...