Childless
A fairly recent but innocuous event has stuck in my mind and I have kept coming back to it. It was about a month ago. I was in the "Atkinsons" department store at the bottom of The Moor. I had gone in there specially to replace my aftershave lotion. My supply of "Old Spice" was running very low. As it happens, that preferred brand was not on display and may never be again so I picked another reasonably priced alternative called "Musk". Fortunately, it has no connection with Elon Musk. As I was selecting my purchase, I heard the continuous screaming of a small child in a pushchair. It went on and on and when I reached the pay counter, the din continued. Behind the counter was a plump, bespectacled female shop assistant - about forty five years old. Our conversation went something like this... ME I wish somebody would shut that child up! ASSISTANT Me too. I've been watching the mother and she hasn't done a thing to quieten it. ME It's n...