This was meant to be a warning the elderly might be moving slowly across the street. But maybe it’s a warning to look out for aged pickpockets?
There is nothing more English than the obsessive puttering around the garden. Our next door neighbor was usually out all morning futzing with her roses. One night we returned to our flat late and heard clipping. I stopped.
Me: Are you clipping her hedges at night?
Her: I am.
Me: How can you see what you was doing?
Her: I can’t, but it is the only time cool enough to get the work done!
I found that immensely funny. Who does yardwork in the dark?
These crazy Brits and their gardens. It is all the weirder because most of the gardens are terrible. Most of them are ugly, poorly laid out, and have no color. These Britons are crazy!
