A woman informs my taxi driver outside the front door of Burrswood that the exit he is taking is one- way. She is wrong, A little further on the two-way drive branches to the left to avoid the one-way flow. Obediently the driver reverses and takes the long way round. He is Indian and speaks with the staccato intonations which witty people sometimes adopt to appear incisive. I point out that there was no need to turn. "It's not an issue," he says. " At least, there are more important issues."
In the supermarket a grey-haired man ahead of me in the check-out queue apologises for omitting to position the "next customer" sign behind his purchases on the conveyor. Such is the evolving etiquette of shopping.
The third and final part of The Cat's Tale on One Fine Day concluded and according to the statistics ignored by most regulars, I have just published the shortest short story yet. It is called The Eye and should take less than a minute to read. See http://www.hnjh.blogspot.com