Having left it on its side at the front of the special needs area to the left of the front door, I mentioned the need for it to be unlocked to a trolley jockey on the way out, getting what sounded like a mono-syllabic grunt in reply. It took maybe half a minute before the brain worked out that the grunt was not mono-syllabic, and was actually the two syllable word 'alright'. I associated to the many times I have asked someone to repeat something, only to find too late that I had heard it after all, just before the someone got going again. Failure of synchronisation of mouth and ears.
On past the bus stop on the other side of the Kiln Lane turning, where a comfortable lady of middle years took a friendly interest in the habits of trolleys.
On past a pedestrian crossing, one of those with a white plastic bollard at each end, each standing on a kerbed triangle of concrete. Hearing my surprise at the amount of earth like stuff he was scraping up from beneath the two lengths of inner kerb, maybe a barrowful from six feet of kerb taking the two together, the street cleaner explained that this was normal for a bit less than a year's accumulation. Presumably once the dirt rolls or blows into the lee of the kerbs it stays there.
Through Ewell Village and back down the Longmead Road to home. The Ewell Village clockwise.
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