Tuesday
National Emergency Services Museum in Sheffield On Tuesday of this week the weather was as changeable as meteorologists had promised. Showers and sunshine. I decided to head back to The National Emergency Services Museum that we had visited with the grandchildren a month ago. The ticket was still valid and without the little ones I would be able to take it all in. I even remembered a torch ( American: flashlight ) so that I could read display boards in shadowy corners of the museum. I spent two hours in there and then in the museum shop I encountered a typical meist. She was, she said, a retired teacher and as a regular museum volunteer she pretty much ran the shop. I was looking for little gifts for Phoebe and Margot but the meist woman had other ideas. Me, me, me, my son, my work, my daughter, me, me, me - what I think about this, what I think about that. AAAAARRRGGHHH! I just wanted to say, "Shut the f*** up! I want to have a look round the shop!" Fortunately, afte...