The Common; 13.43

I’m on my way back home from the High Street.  Shopping; done, Post Office; done, Blip …...... 

I have a preferred spot for my Common blips, but there a dog just where I want to be.  It’s taking a comfort break.  

I slow down in the hope that it will be finished by the time I get there, but no.  It’s one of those long drawn out affairs - Sunday papers and pipe sort of thing.  

It turns to me with a “and your problem is ….?”  look.  The owner does the same.

I move a bit further along and take my blip. I look back as I leave - the dog’s still reading the paper.