Rather odd really....
The other shopper (a rather elderly gentlemen) called over a security guard to point out the little rodent...the conversation went like this..
Elderly Gentleman: I saw a mouse
Security Guard: Where?
Elderly Gentleman (singing): There on the stair...
Madame Chiang (also singing): A little mouse with clogs on – well, I declare
Going clip-clippety-clop on the stair - oh yeah
Only in England could two complete strangers start singing something as bizarre as ‘Windmill in Old Amsterdam’
And then it started to get all serious...and they started to hunt the little mouse! So I left!
Labels: UK
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This cannot have effect as a matter of fact, that is what I suppose.
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