On a bleak damp day something else from the summer archive.
The screens in the reception area at the hospital flash the names of patients as their appointments become due. "I must say, " says an elderly man in front of me to his neighbour, " I'm not too keen on doubled barrelled names."
A local taxi firm called Walkers Taxis has completely won me over. Not only do they know my name when I call from my land line, but they know where I live when I call from my mobile. No more instances of having the taxi you have booked nicked from under your nose by a chancer.
The screens in the reception area at the hospital flash the names of patients as their appointments become due. "I must say, " says an elderly man in front of me to his neighbour, " I'm not too keen on doubled barrelled names."
A local taxi firm called Walkers Taxis has completely won me over. Not only do they know my name when I call from my land line, but they know where I live when I call from my mobile. No more instances of having the taxi you have booked nicked from under your nose by a chancer.
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It is hard to choose between this and the previous from the Summer archive: both are great compositions with subjects of Summer indeed,
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