"It's no better."And off she went.
"It's no better?"
"Nay, lad. It's no better."
"No better than..."
"It's no better than the last time I came in and telled you."
"So... do you want me to..."
"I just thought I'd come in and tell you it were no better."
As the worker in question was a relative, Bronwyn couldn't resist asking: "what was all that about?"
"I've no idea. I was hoping that if I kept her talking long enough she might give me a clue but she wasn't having any of it."
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I was that little old lady and nowt's changed.
mine was better for about 20 minutes, then stopped working altogether
There is an initiative to be announced in the Queen's Speech today. Considerable funding will be channelled into making a small improvement in this condition - but only for those resident in Invercockaleekie.
It never is.
Fabulous I suspect what is no better is
- the old ladies memory or hearing
- cell phone reception in the immediate vicinity
- canteen cooking
Next time we should try to find out if there is something that is better that can offset the not-betterness of the thing that is not better.
Pat: I thought I recognised the frock.
Ellis: it'll be dark by nightfall.
Affer: the inside dope: we can tell you're back in the groove!
Macy: the pessimism of youth.
Wendy: it's folk like you as start revolutions!
And, eeeeee, it's not like it used to be....
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