Oblivious Perambulaters of the Subaltern Stratum,

Another day, another loch; Loch Leven – twice; neither time by choice.

He plods on like a dullard; he is never fully punished for this. Each time a predicament arises, he slowly meanders a long, oblique way around it, like a river that is too weak to leave the besetment behind as an insignificant ox-box lake that will soon dry up and disappear.

A crow took off with an apple but dropped it.

For the first time in my years as a driver, an attendant pumped petrol into my car.