Categories: london-life, everyday-disasters
Date: 02 February 2010 17:12:45
The other day as I wandered along the Broadway (that leadeth to distraction), I was stopped by a 'charity mugger' or chugger, asking me to support the Mental Health Foundation. His exact first words to me were 'Are you a pensioner?'. When I somewhat huffily explained that I am not, and people usually tell me I look younger than my age, he replied 'It must be your hat'. What?! My sparkly red baker boy hat, is a pensioner's hat? I am still recovering. This was definitely not a good day. And I am afraid I have not signed up to donate to the Mental Health Foundation. Their representative did not do my mental health any good at all.