Jen and I saw a little old man in Tesco this morning. He was was very little indeed: he could only just see over the handle of his shopping trolley.
He was wearing a flat cap and a long, brown raincoat. Actually, I suspect it was a short, brown raincoat, but it looked long on him. I wish I'd had my camera with me, because he made quite a picture. I mean that in a nice, non-condescending way: seeing him pushing his trolley just made you feel happy. He was evidently very happy himself, because he was whistling a little tune to himself as he went. Good for him! you thought.
A few minutes later, Jen and I spotted another old man pushing a shopping trolley. He was wearing an identical flat cap and short, brown raincoat, but this chap was about 6 ft tall. "Bloody hell, he's grown quickly!" I remarked to Jen, and we both laughed. Then, the little old man appeared in the same aisle alongside the second man. "Look: near; faraway; near; faraway!" I whispered, repeating the old Father Ted joke.
You had to be there, I suppose.
I really do wish I'd had my camera.
