Day ten - the fat police

A week and a half away from work. Feels fantastic. Everything's always better with the sun out anyway.

All the mothers and babies are out again. I wonder what they do in the winter. Today looks like the step aerobics workout for new mothers - they put the babies facing the mother, then the mothers do their synchronized work out. Looks to be an arranged thing coz there's an instructor girl - she's the one without a kid.

Black poodle guy is here again.

What is amazing is how quickly the time actually goes. Just sitting and watching the world go by is a time consuming job. It never goes this fast when you're at work. Or when you're waiting for a train or a plane or something. It's Wednesday and I've done nothing of any value at all. (Value measured by corporate standards, I suppose).

There's an obscenely overweight police officer who sits in the square on his fat ass every day - he's around a lot. Some tattooed guy was riding a bike through the square. Which, quite rightly, is an offense punishable by 6 lashings and a good going over in a police holding cell. I think. Anyway - fatty jumps up and starts giving chase puffing and panting - yelling at the guy to stop. Tattoo guy just keeps walking! The more the officer shouts, the more out of breath he gets. No hope of catching anyone. Not in that state.

Every Day Is Saturday: Day eleven - trashcans revisited