Amarillo
Tom
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Having dropped my boys off with my mother-in-law I drove with Meg to Chevening, the former "Grace and Favour" home of the Three Bexiteers. I parked in a bay outside the church and tried, in vain, to import my phone contacts to the Discover Media (I've no idea why they've gone or how to reimport.) Soon there was a knock on my window, and a conversation went like this:
Him: Is this a campervan.
Me: It depends on your definition of a campervan.
Him: can you sleep in it.
Me: Yes, any motor vehicle can be slept in.
Him: Oh, I see. Do you know where you are parked?
Me: Yes, on the public highway.
Him: Do you know about this house.
Me: Yes.
Him: Do you know that I have to call the police if there are strange people parked outside this house.
Me: No, I didn't. Am I a strange person?
Him: It depends why you are parked here.
Me: [amused} Because it is a convenient place to park.
Him: What are you doing here?
Me: Trying to import contacts from my phone to car.
Him: Are you going to be long?
Me: Does it matter?
Him: We have had a problem with campervans parking here overnight.
Me: Really!? How many in the past month?
Him: Err, that is not the point, the point is that this is a sensitive place.
Me: Don't worry, I'm just going off to walk my dog.
Him: OK, enjoy your walk.
Now what was all that about (apart from my unhelpful attitude.)
Anyway, I had a hot but lovely walk on the North Downs, one of my favourite local walks of over an hour, but along the North Downs' Way I had my second strange encounter. A naked rambler. Tempted to take a photograph, I will satisfy those curious with a simple description.
Beige wide bimmed sun hat (so technically not naked).
Blue woolen or wool mix socks.
Scarpa walking boots.
Rucksack.
About 4½ inches flaccid.
Uncircumcised.
Shies away from excitable collies.
Him: Is this a campervan.
Me: It depends on your definition of a campervan.
Him: can you sleep in it.
Me: Yes, any motor vehicle can be slept in.
Him: Oh, I see. Do you know where you are parked?
Me: Yes, on the public highway.
Him: Do you know about this house.
Me: Yes.
Him: Do you know that I have to call the police if there are strange people parked outside this house.
Me: No, I didn't. Am I a strange person?
Him: It depends why you are parked here.
Me: [amused} Because it is a convenient place to park.
Him: What are you doing here?
Me: Trying to import contacts from my phone to car.
Him: Are you going to be long?
Me: Does it matter?
Him: We have had a problem with campervans parking here overnight.
Me: Really!? How many in the past month?
Him: Err, that is not the point, the point is that this is a sensitive place.
Me: Don't worry, I'm just going off to walk my dog.
Him: OK, enjoy your walk.
Now what was all that about (apart from my unhelpful attitude.)
Anyway, I had a hot but lovely walk on the North Downs, one of my favourite local walks of over an hour, but along the North Downs' Way I had my second strange encounter. A naked rambler. Tempted to take a photograph, I will satisfy those curious with a simple description.
Beige wide bimmed sun hat (so technically not naked).
Blue woolen or wool mix socks.
Scarpa walking boots.
Rucksack.
About 4½ inches flaccid.
Uncircumcised.
Shies away from excitable collies.
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