Not a poppy but a group of poppy petals.In Sevenoaks High Street, there is a long queue outside a branch of the fast food chain called Subway, which specialises in sandwiches filled with most of things which make you fat, and some lettuce to make you feel better about it. I ask why the queue? The branch is re-opening today, I am told. It's free today. Indeed, man is born free, but everywhere he is in chains, at least in the modern high street. The town seems to be full of over weight young people eating chubby sandwich wrapped in paper napkins.
I like having but barely use my Blackberry. It rings when an email arrives, and pings when there is a diary reminder. It makes me feel in touch with the world, without the world intruding on me too much. This morning I am sitting outside the doctor's surgery at 8.45 for a 9.00 appointment. It pings importantly. I switch it on. It tells me that I have an appointment with the doctor at 9.00. That's reassuring. I have an electronic friend to nudge my memory even when it doesn't need nudging. What else are friends for?
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