Harumph

Had a couple of meetings over Chester way so as I arrived early i took a coffee down to the river to catch 5 minutes peace.

Wasnt to be... there appeared to be a coach trip on from the retirement home for the permanently miserable, hogging the benches and sucking nosily on their MrWhippys.

There was a woman (by the tree on the right) raising money for charity, playing show tunes on her accordion. It was all rather lovely until i realised not one of the miserable old sods even clapped or acknowledged her at the end of each tune. So after the next song i clapped & whistled incredibly extravagantly, which was rewarded with a smile of the old busker and a multitude of tuts from the field of polyster misery.

harumph.