Picasso, maybe not!

I had  to take a book back to the  library this morning, and I asked if my Peter May book was in. She looked it up on the computer, and  said it was in transit. Fair enough! I went to the gym, and on my way out, went back into the library, and thought I would look  on the shelf, where I know his books are. I couldn't believe that the one I had ordered, was there. I took it to the counter, told her the story, and she said, oh, sorry about that. Well I suppose all's well, that ends well. I then walked into town, and bought a few things in Boots, and was making my way to the bus station, when I saw this young guy, who I thought was a street artist. I looked to see if I could find  where his collection plate was. There was  no sign of one, but he had an older man with him. Not sure what it was all about, and his painting isn't very good, but maybe he was disabled. Well he was doing better than I could have, so I say, well done for trying.