It’s ‘lockdown’ and the street where I live is deserted apart from the occasional vehicle, and these are mostly from supermarket delivery services or belong to some kind volunteer delivering groceries to one of my fellow grumpy old gits.
Hold on a minute ! .. that’s not quite true, because some family of lycra clad loonies has just pedalled passed my window narrowly missing a couple of joggers who were completely unaware of them because of all the ‘keep fit’ gadgets they were concentrating on and being made ‘soundproof’ by their wireless earbuds.
Now some old girl who was passing has just stopped to let her ugly little pooch crap on the grass verge next to my driveway. With a bit of luck the smartphone ‘zombie’ heading this way will tread in it and spill his coffee.
Oh! .. and before I forget, amongst a number of exercise ‘strollers’, were two old farts who were observing the ‘social distancing’ rule by tottering down the centre of the road, and one of them was using a ‘tri wheel walker’.
Earlier I saw a kid on a scooter, which makes me wonder how long it will be before I see a masked rider and hear the rumble of an approaching …
… skateboard ?
bigjohn 
