Concealing a large muddy puddle underneath an unstable paving slab, so that when an unsuspecting pedestrian steps on the slab it all squirts out and covers their trouser leg in soaking wet grime, is clearly one of those golden-oldie physical gags that never stops being hilarious. And doing it to somebody who's already had to trudge half an hour out of their way in the rain can surely only make it funnier. Ha ha ha. Oh, my aching sides.
I don't recall having been in CH town centre in several months; my usual orbit is to walk to Tesco and back, which is in the opposite direction from the high street. So unless it thinks I should have visited it more often, I can only assume it picked me out as the butt of its joke out of sheer random malice...
I was going to a pharmacy to buy a splint for my still painful arm, after discovering that the thing labelled "pharmacy" in Tesco is not in fact functionally equivalent to an actual pharmacy.
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I was going to a pharmacy to buy a splint for my still painful arm, after discovering that the thing labelled "pharmacy" in Tesco is not in fact functionally equivalent to an actual pharmacy.