Sometimes I sing, most often wandering willingly towards work. The other day I had dropped off child at her crèche, and having sung shanties all the way there I was still humming, pomming and indeed belting out hymns. Ahead of me walked a female figure I recognized and I as pulled level she turned to me and said,
"Thank god it's you, I heard the singing, and thought it was an axe man coming up behind me. I thought that you were singing yourself into the mood to chop me up".
Now, though she is a Lib Dem MEP even that doesn't serve as a proper excuse to chop somebody up on a public highway, at least not so close to breakfast.
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