A lesson

Nice thing happened today. I saw a load of schoolgirls chuck some litter on the ground - empty drinks can and a rolled up Greggs bag. I walked on, thinking: Kids today. Typical. Waste of bleeding time.   Then a little further along, a tall lad in school uniform walked towards me on the pavement, nodded and politely said "Good afternoon". I didn't know him, nor he me. It kinda made my day and made me rethink things. I love it when stuff like that happens. Like someone was teaching me a lesson.

Guy don't think so.

No. I'm not giving you a penny for your shitty little guy. If you'd made an effort, I'd have given you tuppence. So eff off kid.

At least I used to dress up as a guy while my mates collected then jump up and scare people.

L-E-S-B-I-A-N-S

A friend has a daughter who has just turned 6. She's a very bright child but even so, her mother and a kitchen full of friends nearly dropped their glasses of white wine a couple of weeks ago when she suddenly announced: "I love lesbians!"

"What do you mean love?" asked mum tentatively.

"Lesbians. It's 20 points on Wordmole".

I should point out that Wordmole is a word game on a smartphone where you get points for making letters into words.
I admire the child's perspicacity but I'm sure I never knew what a lesbian was until I was much older.

(Apparently, she also later asked how many points you got for G-A-Y-S).