Pink Ugly Shoes

"Where you from?" asks the nice lady in the local shop, who's just sold me a pink pair of Crocs, which I don't need.

"Oh yeah I'm from England."

"Ah yes!" (followed by hysterical giggling).

"Why can you tell because I'm so white?"

"Ah no, all English are so FAT!" (giggle giggle).

Erm, thanks. Call this customer service? I pay my money and walk away with as much dignity as I can muster. Obviously, she didn't mean me. I'm Rubenesque, not fat, surely?

Ah screw her!

So this morning we went to visit Doctor Widget who patched Rocker up a treat and gave him many meds, which he says will have him feeling better in no time. He laughed at my joke about amputation and had Thai kickboxing blaring from a tv in the corner of his office.

In and out within seven minutes.

My hero.