He was in Budgens, wrestling with a petit-pain that refused to slip into a cellophane bag, no matter how hard he tried. We joked with him, but he looked up with a thunderous expression, his costume quivering with fury, before he stomped off down the aisle in his doublet and hose.
Beaten by a petit-pain; that must be hard to take!
2 comments:
Hello there!
I came across your blog accidentally as i was looking for a bit more information on the swashbuckling cavalier of Crouch End. Do you know anything about him?
Why does he dress like he does? What does he do?
By the way, i like how you write.
Thank you Pigle!
I know nothing about him at all, although I passed him in the street a few weeks later and he looked just as cross, so I suspect he is best left well alone!
H McC
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