A day in the life of Cambourne Info: On the way to a GP/nurse/library appointment that I could/could not book online/via telephone/in person because of a rude/polite/absent receptionist, I was speeding/travelling safely/scootering and observing/not observing/deliberately flouting roundabout/footpath/grass area rules. While travelling I found a missing cat/dog/rabbit/misunderstood teenager playing amongst the dog poo/glass bottles/generic rubbish/ducks and took it/rescued it/dragged it to my local MOT garage/scrap metal man/village fete, but before I could get there (delayed from flooding/works lorries/random alarms/my own laziness) it immediately disappeared through a fence and down a hole, which were there because of bad planning/unfinished works/the Wildlife Trust. Feeling thirsty from so much happening at once, I quickly ran into Greens/Monkfield Arms/Morrisons. They told me to share my story via Cambourne Crier/Facebook groups/a howling dog, which I did, and peoples responses were immediate/helpful/informative/complaining. One person even commented that I had too much time on my hands and I should be outside enjoying the fresh Fen air/my children/the sweet sound of heavy machinery....
Posted on: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 09:02:53 +0000
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