Not the safest walk to work
On my walk from the bus stop to the office this morning there was a woman collapsed on the pavement by the shops. At first I thought she was ill and I actually walked up to her to see if I could help before I saw the three empty Special Brew cans and smelt the alcohol fumes. She wasn’t ill, she was dead drunk at eight thirty in the morning! Really I should have guessed, the walk from the bus to to office is a little like walking through a war zone, drunks, beggars, odd looking people muttering to themselves. It feels like it’s only a matter of time before I get mugged. Continue reading
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