ON Saturday morning I was limping slowly along Windsor Terrace – I’m a 78 year-old woman, disabled after a brutal knee operation and suffering severe arthritis.
A dog, off its lead, came charging towards me. I waved my empty shopping bag at it in a feeble attempt to deter it from jumping up at my bad leg.
Its owner, a young man, shouted aggressively, “Don’t touch it.” No apology of course.
Would he have spoken to his mother or grandmother in such a disrespectful way, I wonder?
I shan’t mention the dog faeces we have to avoid on an almost daily basis on this lane.
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