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Everyday Life Observed - January 2025

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.”

Oscar Wilde. 

Miranda Keeling is a published author and observer of everyday life. You can find her amazing work on X @MirandaKeeling. What follows is the poor man's version of things observed through my own eyes. Warning may contain swearing.

January 2025

2nd

After the heavy rains on New Years Day came a cold snap turning all the puddles into miniature ice skating rings for all the local wildlife 

3rd

Two young teenage girls are walking when one falls over. Instead of helping her friend, the smaller of the two is bent over laughing so much that she admits very loudly that she wet herself in the process of laughing. 

4th

A tall skinny middle aged man walks in a long length purple coat which looks like he's either colour blind or put on his wife's coat 

18th

A little girl in a padded winter romper suit is happily destroying mole hills. She runs excitedly to the next one but as she arrives falls flat on top of it squashing it in the process

A couple are out for a morning walk. The mother is heavily pregnant. The father has a little girl on a carry on his back who is excitedly waving with both parents totally oblivious to her actions 

A little girl throws a strop at having to walk up a hill. Her exasperated father goes through a familiar sounding repertoire. First he tells her that she won't get any cake. Then he asks her what she expects him to do, she's too big to carry, there's no buses they can catch. Nothing stops her whinging 

A little girl with a squirty bottle in one hand and a cloth in the other fastidiously cleans the one spot on the back of her fathers car 

A little boy in town is suffering some type of issue with his posterior. His mother tries to explain she can't take off his trousers but he's too young to ascertain why she has said it and so announces I can do it mummy much to her consternation 

25th

A dog stalks something in a tree, possibly a squirrel as a woman up the hill desperately calls out its name "Hunter, HUNTER!" Nominative Determinism in all its ironic glory 

27th

A woman with a cap, rounded glasses and bulbous nose looks a dead ringer for Postman Pat 

An OAP in a small car cuts across the path of another driver who had the right of way. The woman in the other car pulls a funny face like she's In a 70s sitcom going Oooo would you look at that. Instead of beeping she shrugs her shoulders and I'm sure we're both thinking you should not be driving any more at your age. 

28th

A black labrador drops a tennis ball from its mouth onto the path and catches it back in its mouth three times in very quick succession. All its missing is the tennis racket 

A driving instructor and pupil are both stood either side of a vehicle vaping. Either its now an obscure part of the Highway Code or the lesson wasn't going exactly to plan 

29th

An old man drives down the road in an enclosed grey Mobility scooter that resembles a tall thin grey Mr Men character 

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